I dreamt that you had moved on but left me your apartment, paid up for the month and full of stuff you had decided not to take with you. I tried for a while to pack up the various odds and ends, the bookcases and half-empty drawers, but eventually I came to the same conclusion: there was little worth keeping. I woke up just before ripping my hard drive out of the old machine and taking the rickety elevator down to the street for the last time.


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