![]() “She also wrote that he was ‘very … soggy’? Whatever that means.” ![]() She cocked her head at the paper in her hand. Something about ‘he’d probably offer his firstborn for our help.’” Em stopped suddenly and grabbed my arm, pulling me to a door labeled 265. “Can this guy even afford us? This place is a dump.” I kicked at a splinter poking out of the old wooden floor. I always thought she secretly liked the anonymity. ![]() I scratched at the scarf covering my head and pulled my hood back up. The planks of the worn wooden floor creaked under my boots and yellow lights flickered on the peeling walls. “THIS WAY, SYN,” Em said, as we walked down the hallway of the old apartment building. ![]() In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]()
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