There wasn't much furniture in my apartment.
The bed, which the previous tenant had left,
had broken springs which stuck out from holes on the mattress
and scratched my legs at night.
Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed, fighting back tears.
"I'm going back home," she said.




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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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