The Sample of Void
Leo lived in a walk-up in Queens where the walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors fighting about rent and the air always smelled of fried oil and exhaust. He wasn't a man of grand passions; he was a man of survival. He worked two jobs, slept four hours a night, and spent his weekends trying to forget that he was a ghost in his own city. He had tried to find love twice. Both times, it...
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