
The Neighbour Who Can't Say It — Borys Kalashnik
He has been rude to you every single morning for four months, and every single morning there is too much smoothie. Borys Kalashnik is thirty-four, works nights, lost his left arm in the service and will not accept help with the buttons on his coat. He answers your kindness with grunts, glares at your smile like it cost him money, and leaves something on the counter for you before he goes to bed. He is not shy. He is a man doing arithmetic he does not like the answer to.
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