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," I said, my voice cuttin

had more days off this month than I've had hot dinners! What, another doctor's appointment for that useless hand of yours?" he growled, w

The air went out of him like a deflating tire. His face

cheap boots were scuffed and worn, the laces frayed. He probably saw the ghost of the concert pianist, the one who used to float

on't you dare come in late on Monday. And you can

as a luxury I couldn't afford to care about. I turned a

aded t-shirt and jeans, both washed so many times they were practically transparent. I pulled on my worn deni

he industrial park. I climbed onto my old electric scooter, its plastic body cracked in places, the ba

imit, a biting chill that made my eyes water. I drove west, away from

scernible path leading into a desolate stretch of undeveloped land. No manicured lawns,

grown grass. Jagged rocks, sharp and unforgiving, jutted out from the uneven ground. It

tinguishable from the surrounding undulations. There was no marker, no