as i sit here in my apartment drinking a Brooklyn, i look out the window across to the cleaners that have my clothes ready to be picked up. the cleaners that are now out of business and have a padlock on the front door, with my clothes five feet behind the it. as i get up to go to the bathroom, my nose is hit with the pungent odor of a dead
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