see him, I think

ckets, eyes shaded by a baseball cap. I cross the street, duck into a la

e been

mach doesn

e, it's outsid

of the cabinet-dry and stale, but food. The sun's going down, and I he

hoodie, same sl

time, h

ut. I'm not he

omeone used to saying things t

are you h

a few times. Figur

ke

ackup. Just... wo

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smiles. "J

t close. Just enough space to r

ng in boiler rooms and unlocked storage units. Says he used t

s move fast. Like he's cal

. Just enough to hold

food?"

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etim

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stu

ly and otherwise. I know t

o hard your bones feel like glass. I know

t trus

open t

e the floor might vanish. He

ar

ng," he says. "Just w

e p

spli

lling apart. He's got duct tape on one

st

lik

rom the same cup. I think about germs, t

. Just leans back, sighs like someon

outside in the

N

u w

ke a promise,

building makes me wonder if he's still in the livin

m curled on the floor with his back

brea

ays recogniz

n't mean you

bite when the