Inseparable W. Maguire copyright 2016 When I was 17 and living on my own,certain that I knew more about anything than anyone around me, I took a job for a few months as a janitor at an old folks home. My friends called it the Home for the Nearly Dead. It was out at the edge of town far from view, like it was slowly being pushed out there to the very precipice of living. The building was a sad and decrepit little place with peeling paint and linoleum floors and a funeral home next door. That part of town had its own zip code and some of the townspeople called it the Hereafter, like it was a final stop between living and whatever comes later. Passing through one day I saw a help wanted sign and answered it. I was poor and dumb and usually hungry an...
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