You’re happy to be here - it’s just like you imagined it could be.
You don’t mind the sour smell that hangs in the air and the fluorescent hum surrounds you like a warm blanket.
They told you May 30th. You wrote it on your walls until the drywall gave way to darkness.
Its
just like
you imagined
it should be.
You’ll be a Flathead, they said.
May 30th.
Flathead.
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