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Not forever

Youth is wasted on the dead

Roger walked with as confident a stride as he could muster, his footfalls echoing through the empty subterranean parking garage. He never liked these sort of spaces. Too many things to hide behind, too few witnesses. At least he didn’t have cancer. He was pretty sure they were going to tell him that his testicles were full of tumors. The relief he felt was quickly dissipating now though. He…