by adam mathes
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After Dakota

In the garage, all the boxes are neatly stacked, and the empty ones are broken down in a corner.

But there’s a half-desk teetering precriously in the center of the garage, and there’s change everywhere. (From when we were pretending to drink it from a bottle. Are you thirsty for change?)

Also, he left some pairs of shoes.

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