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Submitted to Contest #304
For the first time in forever, our eyes met, his staring back into mine. Dennis Walker was his name, an old roommate of mine. We shared a beaten-down apartment, the type whose floorboards creaked and the water ran gray. There was only one lightbulb in the entire place, flickering as if the wind would blow it out. I hated that damned bulb. I hated them damn floorboards, the whole damn place. I hated the world as it was and the world hated me in return. I had no one, nothing, except Dennis. Usually, when a person says something like that, you...
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