The Waste

The Random Cafe

Benji didn’t like to be seen outside of the cafe. He didn’t like existing outside of the cafe. The world outside chafed at all his senses. Especially his sense of smell. There was no getting around the smell of the city, unwashed bodies and refuse in the streets. He’d even been forced to pass the body of a dead cat twice.

And yet, he couldn’t live anywhere else. He needed to be around people to survive even if he hated them and their waste.


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