Dirty Business 1

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It started like any other night ...


My pockets were just like my soul; littered with garbage and last week's shopping lists. Heavy with the echoes of yesteryear, resounding uselessly in the abyss.

I knew it was time to find a trash can and throw it all away, but I couldn't find one.

Perhaps it was avoiding me on purpose. Perhaps it didn't want to be found.

Perhaps it had something to hide.

In this town, everyone did.