[Simon, though fairly particular about his own living space, isn't the most judgmental when it comes to the abodes of others. After all, he spends most his time in a rundown, overly graffitied mall car.
After making his way through the door, Simon is visited by a wash of long forgotten feelings. While his room on the Train has been perfectly outfitted with everything he loves to be surrounded by, this space is markedly different. There's a kitchen and several shoes, a coat rack near the door, and many items strewn about to and fro that give the apartment character.
For a brief moment in time, Simon remembers being much smaller and hearing the door close behind him in a similar way after coming home from school. A woman's voice calls out to him-
No.
No. There was nothing good about that place or that time. He had forgotten all about it.]
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After making his way through the door, Simon is visited by a wash of long forgotten feelings. While his room on the Train has been perfectly outfitted with everything he loves to be surrounded by, this space is markedly different. There's a kitchen and several shoes, a coat rack near the door, and many items strewn about to and fro that give the apartment character.
For a brief moment in time, Simon remembers being much smaller and hearing the door close behind him in a similar way after coming home from school. A woman's voice calls out to him-
No.
No. There was nothing good about that place or that time. He had forgotten all about it.]
You're good.
[Uttered softly.]