Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

The smell of damp carpet from the second-floor hallway always drifted into our apartment first thing in the morning, but today it was mixed with the sharp scent of scorched white bread. I scraped the blackened crust into the sink with a butter knife, trying to ignore the way the overhead light fixture flickered above the stove.

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