I creep through abandoned streets thick with the smoke of burning bridges. They weren't mine.
I raid a shop at the corner of Respect and Loyalty. The shelves have long been sacked. I examine canned goods with blurry expiration dates. I stare at the labels a long time. After a while, I decide to leave it behind. I pack up my disappointment and sadness and store it all away with one hundred letters. I move on empty-handed.
8:17 p.m. - 2015-08-10
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