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A handful of vagrants sat on the porch steps, drinking. They didn’t seem fazed when I kicked in the door and began bringing all my belongings...

A handful of vagrants sat on the porch steps, drinking. They didn’t seem fazed when I kicked in the door and began bringing all my belongings inside. I had no other place to stay, and couldn’t leave my things out in the open all night. Inside might have not been any safer; I had to be careful not to hit my head on a piece of the second floor which was collapsing in on itself, or cut myself on broken glass and rusty nails. After barricading the door and I finally lay down to sleep on a scrap of carpet that happened to be among my things. I had never so seriously questioned my own sanity as I did that night.

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