walter walks 

walter walks

(morgen starts)

Walter limps down the street wearing a cabbage leaf over his left eye. His feet hurt. It is seven thirty, the light is fading and surely supper is on the table by now. He wishes the damn dog would just pee so he can head back home. He looks at the cuff of his old brown sweater. Even that is unraveling.

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