It’d been ritual as usual on Friday afternoon. X had been itching to get out of work around 3:00. Like always, his thoughts were already Up North at the cabin. His body was at his job, but his mind was elsewhere. After work, X and J.J. had got the car packed for the weekend. X had taken a sweeping glance around his cleaned apartment one last time, locked the door and rushed out to the car.
How was X to know that when he’d left his apartment on this day, it’d be the last time that he’d ever see it? By 5:45 p.m., they’d started on the road for Up North.
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