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March 14th, 2010
- My fingers just start pushing the buttons for my email password. I hover a moment over the pound key. Only a moment, though. #
- "Thank you! Your call has been processed, and one of our representatives will be working on your case immediately. Have a nice day." #
- I blink at the phone's screen, now announcing, "Call ended". What the hell was that all about? #
- A man brushes past me on his way out the door. Pretty sure his hand touched my ass. Bastard. #
- I walk out the door of the shop, drinking the rest of my mocha. #
- I catch sight of one of the security cameras that were recently installed all across the downtown area to help stop crime. #
- I give it the middle finger. Can't arrest me for that, can they? …I hope not. #
- Guess I need to pack. It won't take long; I don't have all that much stuff. Benefit of not having a life, I suppose. #
- I trudge the seven blocks from the coffeeshop to my apartment. It takes longer than it should. I have no reason to hurry. #
- As I arrive, the Super comes out the front door. He seems surprised to see me. "What, they forget something?" he says. #
- I ignore him. I do most of the time, anyway. Today's just easier than usual. I walk past him and go inside. He follows me. #
- At my door, I reach into my pocket for my key. It's not there. Not in my other pocket. Not in my coat pockets. Not in my backpack. #
- The Super asks, "You lookin' for this?" He holds out a key. My key. It's still got the pink rubber ring around the head of it. #
- I nod, dumbly. #
- He jams it into the keyhole. "You always been quiet, and didn't complain none. I'll give ya five minutes. After that…" #
- His arm and thumb indicate where I should go after five minutes. #
- He throws the door open, but remains standing partways in the doorway. I have to push past him to get inside. #
- He smells like a cultist. #
- I look around at the bare walls. The empty shelves. The barren kitchen cupboard. The Super laughs from the door. #
- "Yeah, they did a pretty good job, dinnit they? Best damn movers I ever seen. In and out in 10 minutes, flat." #
- I should ask, "Who were they?" or "What did they look like?" or "Which way did they go?" I don't. #
- All that comes out is "Guess they got everything… Thanks." #
- The Super looks at me. I mean, really looks at me. Probably the first time he's ever really done so. #
- "Hey, you okay? You look…I dunno. You look kinda messed up." I nod, wordlessly. #
- He looks again, then says, "Alright, don't tell me. Five minutes are up. Time to get lost." #
- I start to go past him, still standing in the doorway, when he shoves a twenty at me. #
- "Don't tell nobody, yeah?" he grumbles, then stalks off. #
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