The Last Week Before Moving Back in With My Parents

A pale yellow door stood all alone like the entrance to a house that I just couldn't see. It had no frame around it but I was sure that if I grasped its handle and twisted it would still swing open silent and inviting. Sometimes you just have to leave even if what's on the other side scares you. There is one thing I know an awful lot better now than I did when I read his father's statement. You rang? Marcus McKenzie. Why didn't you tell me? Is that name supposed to mean something to me? No I suppose it wouldn't would it. Just an old man and his son for you to terrorize and feast on. Statement ends.

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