(In memory of Seb Barnett)
It was a long day at work, a long week. You were so tired this morning you left your phone at home, too, so there was nothing to help distract you from how much you hate your job.
But it’s Friday, and you’re done for the week. You can breathe a little, maybe even go have a drink with friends.
You arrive home. You climb the steps to your apartment building. Some days, those two flights to your apartment seem daunting. Today’s one of those days.
You hear the old couple on the first floor fighting about something through their door. They’re always fighting, sometimes so much you have to crank your music up really loud to drown them out. It’s gonna be one of those days, too.
When you get to your apartment though, you see the door’s been left partially open. “Dammit,”…
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