The Faded Apartment
The eviction notice had been on the kitchen table for three days, a single sheet of paper that weighed more than the iron skillet hanging above the stove. It was a bureaucratic weight, a flat, cold thing that sat there while the dust motes drifted around it in the slant of afternoon light, and I counted the hours since the landlord had left it, six, seven, eight, until the numbers blurred into...
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