On the days when his parents were due to be out of the house for a few hours, Bruce would grab the ladder from the garage in order to get into the attic and look at his dad’s old Playboys.
Aside from those old magazines, and the Christmas decorations, the attic was full of items and old memories. Senior yearbooks and tassels - the bliss of never needing to attend school again. A pastel shirt and cardigan combo with the store tags still on them - a relic of a bygone decade with no hope of ever being worn. And much more.
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