Time passesMature

I sleep on the couch that night. I sleep on the couch for a week and run errands for the man in the black button-down shirt. I move into the room downstairs. I patch the window with duct tape and plastic sheeting. I deliver notes, leave packages in strange places. I make money. I don't ask questions.

I close my eyes. Time passes.


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