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Something moves in the alleyway.
A phone skitters across cold concrete as it vibrates with an incoming call. No one picks it up. The silence that follows is choking, a stranglehold on every loose piece of trash suddenly too heavy to be pulled by a wind that carries the smell of salt.
There is no sea here.
There is no sea.
There is no dog.
Drifter shoves himself further behind the dumpster and tells himself this until he falls asleep.
