It looked like a day of military triumph for the advancing virus with it's cold demoralizing rain and an endless hoard of low gray jagged clouds on the charge. There's little but virus on the shelves of Dollar General and a shitload of discarded latex gloves and surgical masks in the parking lots and gutters, stuck into wire fences. It lends the look of contamination and filth. Medical waste. There is virus in between our jokes and virus particles on her unbelievably form fitting runner's tights. The Kenyan-American at the door who checks every outgoing bag for stolen merchandise is watching the count rise every few minutes on the CDC screen. Just before sunset, the sun broke through, lighting the clouds from below, making it all seem less threatening. People kept on ordering their takeout. Chinese takeout too.
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