Outside the hospital, the man vomited in the bushes. The remainder of the evening ticked with precision and control. He backed his van into the driveway, stopping short of the single detached garage. The small garage served as depot to his plumbing tools. Recently, the lack of jobs forced him to take shifts at the cement plant. He was thankful for this fact later that evening. In the house, towards the back of his closet, he extracted his high school wrestling shoes, laces still wrapped tight as a noose. They fit perfectly. From the front hall clo...
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