It's been a really heavy day. I come home from work for lunch, to find Leah in front of the apartment building. She walks up and asks me if I've been home at all today. No... no I haven't, but it's because the older fella who lives underneath us had committed suicide. Shot himself in the laundry room, she said, because there was a drain in the
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