The Screen

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The Screen

The apartment smelled like old food. Dale Hackett had stopped noticing the smell six months ago, maybe longer. Time worked differently when you didn't have a job. Days bled into each other like watercolors left in the rain. He woke up on the couch again. This was the third night in a row. Sometimes he slept in his bed in the small bedroom off the kitchen, but the bed was covered in clothes and...

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