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29 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 28, 2016

For five nights in a row, there’d been driftwood from the creek dragged up onto the trail.
It was then I’d relented, finally started running a headlight. And the headlight was how I saw them. The bodies.
Two guys, young, floating in the shallows where the creek turns west.

He'd picked my scent out of all the smells of the city. Out of all the thousands of other bodies out after dark. He'd known me through the rain.
"I do all this work to build a thing—in this case trust, a relationship, someone to watch stupid television with, someone who lets me sleep late because chefs keep different hours—and then, once the Jenga tower gets tall enough to look a little bit scary, I start pulling out blocks, seeing how far I can skeletonize my life before it all comes crashing down again."
"Empty gestures are what make the world go round, though."
