I was having a good day at work. Not too much to do, just enough to make the time pass and keep me busy. I gave a work friend a ride home and had a long talk. Turns out we’re both the youngest siblings in our families, which gave us a (surprising) amount of common ground. I got myself a chicken salad and drove home. I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I opened the front door, and right there on the wall with all the smiling pictures of my friends and family, was a blank picture frame. Empty. What the hell? While it didn’t ruin my night, it made me start asking questions. I wouldn’t just hang up a blank picture, and I wouldn’t put it in the middle of the hallway. I have this large hallway mirror with pictures hung up on the side, and it is kind of a centerpiece. Still, I couldn’t recall what would’ve been in that frame, and there was no photo that’d slipped out. I wasn’t planning on framing anything either, or if I did, I...
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