Excerpt from:
The Tragedy of Slow Motion
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It is a scorchingly hot day in what seems like a crude, low rez approximation of early 1960’s Miami Beach. You seem to be in a parking lot of a huge luxury hotel. Two identical non-descript Volkswagen micro buses pull up and angle off – one on each side of you. It is understood that you are to enter one, which you do.
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