Upon arriving at his destination, he immediatly realized that all he wanted to do was to go back.
He stared at the house in front of him. New. Shiny. Not right. Feeling like the wrong key trying to wedge itself into a lock, He wondered what he was doing here. What had brought him to this place. To these steps. This door. He could remember every single choice like a pristine color photograph taken only a moment before, yet could not figure out how it all added up to this. To this moment. He sighed, and his fingers tightened around the handles of the suitcase. The wind blew softly against his back, nudging him forward towards the door. So he lifted his chin, wiped his shoes, and rang the doorbell. The door swung open quietly, almost as if all by itself. And the man entered his new home.
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