The Faded Apartment
The duffel bag sits on the linoleum, its zipper stuck halfway, the fabric stiff with a cold that has nothing to do with the temperature outside. You pull at it, the plastic teeth grinding against each other, and think about the forty-five dollars you spent on it last Tuesday at the hardware store. It is a heavy bag, filled with the last of your clean socks and the spare key to the truck, and it...
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