The glow from the furnace sent lights and shadows dancing around the corner of the basement that was set up as a living area. Every night, after dumping the trash Into the furnace he just sat there, thinking about it all He never spoke of it, no way.
Not that being a live in janitor and handyman to this corporation was all that glamorous. It was a living and a place to live. Once a week or so someone gets fired. The smell of burning bodies from the furnace never leaves you, you just get used to it over time.
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