"I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs"
-Arctic Monkeys, 505
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Kalopsia - short story
"He felt like a ghost hidden inside the walls, waiting for the perfect moment to make his appearance. An...
