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Reunion

He was going back to a place he'd hoped he would never see again. He had been sober for four years, having been through an extensive rehabilitation program that took ten months. Before that, he was well on his way to Heaven's Gate, and the drugs were pushing him further down that path. He paused at the door and took a deep breath. *Damn you, Kristina.* A week ago, he thought he had it all figured out. A paying job, a wife and a four-year-old kid. They loved to go to the park and play with the frisbees on Saturday Mornings. Wednesday night was bowling night with their neighbors, Shane and Alice. You know, the perfect textbook family. And then he lost his job. He could see his little sober world develop hairline cracks. The frustration in his wife's eyes, and the looks of confusion his son, Jacob, flashed his way. He'd had four arguments in three days with Kristina. He knew losing his job would be devastating, but he didn't expect it to be like this. This morning, he'd woken up, and she wasn't there. Neither was Jacob, or any of their stuff. Worse still, she'd sold the apartment and moved out. The new owner was outside his door, showing him documents and telling him all sorts of rubbish. She wasn't picking her calls, and he didn't have money for a lawsuit. So he was back here. He knocked thrice on the door, and he was let in. "My man! It's been, what, ten years?" Sköll said, passing him a wrap. "I thought you were sober and sh*t" Kane said, laughing. He didn't have words, he didn't even have thoughts. He lit the wrap, took a deep breath, and restarted his journey to Heaven's Gate. _____________________________ I used a generated first sentence from https://writingexercises.co.uk/firstlinegenerator.php to create this story, courtesy of a post I saw from @wakeupkitty https://read.cash/@wakeupkitty/away-from-that-door-2dcfad43 Timer set to ten minutes. Happy Freewriting!🚀

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