The Corridor on Cottage Grove
The fluorescent light in the corridor hummed at a frequency that Frank had come to associate with waiting. Waiting for the shift to end. Waiting for the weekend to end. Waiting for something he could not name but knew was not coming. It was 2003, and Chicago's South Side was the kind of place that did not appear in postcards. The buildings were brick and tired, the windows were broken or...
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