Waste Pickup [2021] Access

Leo crossed his arms. “Just take it.”

But for now, there was nothing. And nothing, Leo thought, was the most expensive thing he’d ever paid for. waste pickup

Leo sighed. The Abandoned Hobby was always guitar. Every night, the same guitar. He’d sold his actual Gibson three years ago, but the Waste didn’t care about the object. It cared about the ghost of it—the calluses that never formed, the songs never written. Leo crossed his arms

The Collector turned to leave, then paused at the threshold. “The guitar is getting heavier.” there was nothing. And nothing