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He ran down the hallway. He regretted buying into a condo designed by a starchitect. Because the hallway was long. And he had to go real bad

He heads to the bankruptcy sale hoping to pick up cheap stuff. I won’t be here when you get back, his wife says. No poetry today, he pleads.

The couch broke and he didn’t care. Nothing lasts forever, he said. But she took that as an insult. And he had to sleep on the broken couch.

He was sure he’d seen polar bears in the yard and then he woke up and he shook his wife awake to tell her about his dream. She hit him hard.

The house is quiet save for his labored breathing. He’s relieved she’s asleep finally. As he waits for the neighbors to start calling again.