He’d taken away the sins of the world, in a manner of speaking. The benumbed state of boredom, the routines she’d crafted to stay sane and the ‘positive habits’ that gnawed at her desire to keep going like a weak acid; all hail King Neighbor. They read silently, beside each other, until the windows went black and they collapsed into each other.

Oh Neighbor, that you should never leave me.

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