Henry Perkins closed his laptop; squared his notepad to his desk, setting his pencils on top.
Doused the lights, locked the door, walked down the block to the stop.
Number 32 goes near his home.
Home, where he can dream. ‘Bout things.
I can’t believe it. “Top Row 7” and “Editor’s Pick”
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