The neighbor was kicked out of the apartment by his wife last night because he came drunk, so I found him on the steps laughing, singing and listening to some disgusting song. His dog keeps him company because he probably thinks God has given up on him. And I went to write something on one wall because I can't do it here, or anywhere else, because only the traces we leave are remembered.
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