Danny hadn’t slept in five days. The pills kept him wired, the coffee kept him upright, and the bad decisions kept him moving. Somewhere between midnight and morning, he found himself in a 24-hour laundromat, watching the spin cycle like it had the answers.
A woman sat across from him, chain-smoking under the ‘No Smoking’ sign.
“You waiting on something?” she asked.
He thought about it. About sleep, about second chances, about that gas station on the edge of town where he left his last twenty bucks in the slot machine.
“Nah,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Just killing time.”
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