Thirty-Eight

50 words.

“It’s been such a long time,” he thought, feeling like everything was smaller, though he knew that was impossible. He stared, noting each brick in its right place and his graffiti signature just as he’d left it 8 years ago. He stepped through the door and walked in. “I’m home.”

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