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Well would you look at that? I hear somethin' soundin' like it's comin' up outta the ground outside my dumpster and for once it's not someone lookin' to ruin my day. Been a long time since I had to worry about that, glad to hear a friendly face.

What's your name?

Ain't much of a talker, are you? Heh. Guess I ain't used to that when it comes to folks ain't out to kill me, mug me, whatever the fuck.

D'ya wanna come in? To this here dumpster, I mean. I live here. It's about as good as I can get to invitin' you into a house anymore, I guess. Ain't nothin' I did, really... least, I try to tell myself it ain't. Don't really know anymore. I could probably still go back, but I don't feel like I could take it. Lotta feelings in that house I dunno if I can handle revisitin' now that she's gone.

My girlfriend, I mean. She didn't leave me, y'know... She killed herself. I told her I needed to get outta there for a while because she wasn't herself. Thought she needed space to grieve. She'd been goin' funny in the head for a bit since her sister died. Tried everything to bring her back. Pleadin', beggin', pretendin' it didn't happen. Experimentin'. But the one what came back wasn't her. It wrecked her. I thought I needed to give her space, thought that'd be best. I always planned on comin' back, because... because that was home.

Next thing I heard from her was her suicide note. Couldn't find her that night, not that I'm any good for lookin' for anything. They found her body in the bay the next day. Thought I could couch-surf with my best friend, turns out she died in an accident. Tried goin' to the sister's boyfriend, it was the only link I had left. Only found a broken man talkin' to the air like her ghost was right there. Maybe she was. I don't pretend to know a damn thing about spirit shit.

So I guess I went back to the dumpster I started out in. She found me here ages ago, took me in. Helped me fix a busted leg and helped me kick a drug habit. I wonder if I told her I loved her enough. 'Cause god, I loved her like burnin'. If I had one wish, it'd be to be able to see her face at all, even just once. But hell, I guess deep down I knew it wouldn't last, 'cause everything I love ends up dyin'. From my momma all the way back when I wasn't but six, to my best friends, to my girlfriend.

I guess maybe I'm just destined to be lonely.

But god, I must be talkin' your ear off. I appreciate you takin' the time to listen to a stranger. You're free to the place if you want, for the night. Least I can do to make it up to you for airin' my life story on you.