The Faded Apartment
You are lying in the narrow bed of the apartment above the bakery, and the air smells of yeast and old rain, a thick, cloying scent that seems to seep into the pores of your skin, settling there like a second layer of clothing, a heavy, damp wool that you cannot shake off, no matter how you pull at the sheets, how you twist your body against the mattress, trying to find a position that does not...
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