a visit


It’s almost morning when I hear steps. It’s Mack. He has a sharp smell. He weaves as he walks.


He stands next to my domain. His eyes are red. He is staring out the window at the empty parking lot.


“Ivan, my man,” he mumbles. “Ivan.” He presses his forehead against the glass. “We’ve been through a lot, you and me.”

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