by M. Coronado
A near-future fit-machine in a jammer-sealed Eurovision workshop holds twenty-six years of bodies — and four days left to remember two women finding each other inside its drawer.
**The Morning After the Fitting**
I am not supposed to describe what happened at two in the morning, because two in the morning is when the jammer is loudest and I can barely hold a thought, but I held this one.
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