Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

” Evelyn said, walking in and immediately grabbing the kraft mailing envelope from my desk. “This place needs to look empty for the real estate agent.”

“Leave that packaging where it is,” I said, reaching to pull it from her grip.

Evelyn paused, the cardboard hovering over the plastic trash bin. “It is just empty paper. Why are you keeping garbage?”

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