The Wistful Show
The rent was due on the first, and the notice arrived on the thirtieth. I weighed the paper in my hand, feeling the dry, brittle texture of the landlord’s refusal against my palm. It was a standard form, printed in that precise, technical language of property law that I had never learned to counter, citing my "unlicensed practices" as grounds for immediate vacancy. Outside, the London fog...
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