Felipe Bourdon

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All day, Mike and Chen had been making trips between Mike’s apartment and Chen’s house – moving Mike’s clothing, office things, personal items, things that weren’t rented or belonged to the apartment – as they walked out of the apartment with the last of the boxes, Mike closed the door, locked it, and thought – closing the door – this time a good closing – because where I’m going is better – much, much better – it’s going to who I really am. He locked the door, and headed out toward Chen’s truck.