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When I return to the kitchen, Raven is still sitting by the table, wrapped cozily in the quilt he brought from the room, drinking coffee and eating tuna straight from the can. In front of him lies a two weeks old newspaper he found on the counter, and he turns the pages, holding his fork between two fingers like a cigarette. As I stop in the doorway, he raises his eyes and squints at me. In the morning light he looks better than he did yesterday, although still painfully pale and thin.

“I’m going to work,” I say. “I’ve missed too many shifts.”

He shrugs. “Okay. Have fun.”

“I’m locking you in.”

He blinks. “Don’t you have a spare key?”

“I do, but I can’t give it to you.”

He puts the newspaper aside and raises his eyebrows in a mock shock.

“So, I’m still imprisoned,” he says, getting up. &l

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