she's on the bus. her friend calls. she doesn't pick up. she doesn't like to talk on the phone when on public transport. she doesn't like to talk on the phone, in general. she'd rather talk in person.
she's walking home now. she calls her friend back. her friend is sad. she can hear it in her laugh, and in the sigh at the end of it. she sees her neighbour. he smiles. the smile that says: 'don't tell anyone i'm smoking again'. fake. she walks into her garage and sees black shoes on the doormat. she thinks it's her cat. it's not him. he's dead.
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