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Thicker beard. Consistent and stringent hygiene habits. Less swearing, more silence. Politically informed. More attentive while driving. Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded. Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close. At least the beach is still pristine. Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was. Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees. All military members on leave called back to base. A box is somewhere. It has food for one day, Two passports, And a pistol. It sits idly by the door.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Box
Thicker beard. Consistent and stringent hygiene habits. Less swearing, more silence. Politically informed. More attentive while driving. Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded. Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close. At least the beach is still pristine. Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was. Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees. All military members on leave called back to base. A box is somewhere. It has food for one day, Two passports, And a pistol. It sits idly by the door.
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M/New Jersey, USA
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
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