I soon came to understand, when I saw you near the exit with a bag in your hand.
The Maze
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The Fool
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He was a wannabe Bachelor with his concrete-floored, exposed brick studio apartment. As soon as I walked in all I could smell was day old burger grease. It smelled as if he took a trip to McDonald’s the night before and forgot to switch out the trash. He asked if the smell was noticeable after lighting a half-melted candle. Our conversation echoed and laughter shimmied up to the ceiling...