Nothing Ever Changes
The deliveries started on a Monday. He was eating cereal at the kitchen counter, the kind of cheap cereal that comes in a box with no name on the front, just a color and a weight, when the doorbell rang. He did not get visitors. The doorbell was something the building had, like a broken intercom and a lobby that smelled of someone else's cooking. He opened the door and there was a bag on the...
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