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Spreading out from me, in the dead of the night, I could feel credit deducted, and the warehouse alerted, and packing, I could feel the packing, and the shipment, the distribution, the transition to FedEx, the numbers, each time, the order number, my customer number traded like secret words at a border, and the things all went out, and I could feel them coming to me as the night passed.
I could feel them in orbit.
I could feel them in circulation all around me like blood in my veins.
I had no credit. I had nothing left in my account.
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M.T. Anderson (Feed)