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[datasuspect]

'It's not like I even want to do it anyway.'

Maynard shuffled through the vestibule of his apartment building and headed toward the train stop. He was always afraid people could tell that he stayed up for 3 days at a time. In fact, Maynard was convinced that everyone else knew. He felt pinpricks of shame for placing himself among them, the living people. The civilians who knew when to go to bed.

On the way down 24th Street, Maynard noticed that Dupcinek's bakery had been razed. It seemed like they probably did it overnight, but 'what did it matter, the neighborhood is going to shit anyway.' Maynard thought.

'Hmm. Lady Liberty looks a little worse for wear.' Maynard noticed the towering icon that was handpainted across the entire west side of a two story brick building. She was flooded in a frame of greenish-blue faded paint. Flecks of sharpness punctuated the ghost advertisement, her American shield and sword still had sharp outlines.

'WWI?" Maynard thought to himself and made the hazy trudge to the train.

[ohiosmith]

1. An instant too late Maynard noticed the runaway falafel cart careening toward him

down the slopped sidewalk. His last thought was "damn that smells good".

The End