Journal #56 – Farewell Buckley

I'm sitting with my back against the door of Bunkroom 1 in the corridor, chain-smoking in an extra-large second hand cardigan I found at the bottom of the box of coats that Simon wisely ordered. You just know this thing belonged to a dead man from the fusty smell and I feel like I am … Continue reading Journal #56 – Farewell Buckley

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