Basement
The basement smelled like wet concrete and old socks. That was the first thing Ray noticed when he moved in. The second thing was the cold — a deep, penetrating cold that no amount of layered clothing could fix. In winter, his breath formed clouds in the room. In summer, the damp made everything stick to everything else. Four hundred dollars a month. That's what he paid. He had three jobs: gas...
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