I sit on my threadbare couch, steadying my frayed nerves. The heater is broken, my tattered blanket is wrapped around me tight, my breath condenses into clouds with each exhale. The apartment’s decaying walls, lit by flickering electricity, give off a stale odor. Nevertheless, the creaky bed and the musty curtains dividing the single room […]
Ispolin
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