The creek of a door

I have been walking for how many hours, days weeks, i have lost count. sudden, for I cannot see very far a head of my self, it is so dark at night out here, no street lamps for miles, the paved road ends, and a gravel road begins, it hurts my feet, i have long since disposed of thrift-store shoes, however i have no where else to turn and decide to carry on despite the pain. Presently  i come to a door, it has been so long since i have spoken to a human being other than myself, and the cashiers at the gas stations where i buy my provisions, I had absolutly nothing left to looses, so i attempted to run my fingers through my unkempt hair, straightend my grubby t-shirt and knocked. There was a creek in the door as it opened.

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