the sound of a man searching through recycling bins and a sweet pressure in my bladder woke me this morning. i fought the urge to ask him to be quieter as i stumbled out of the room. i considered the possibility while the man’s boots smushed soggy leaves outside. although i could not see his face, i heard the bottles dance and rattle between his fingers…
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