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Archive for May 5th, 2008

We could hear everything between the windows across our tiny alley way on G Street, all the yelling, the crying, the crashing bottles. Then one summer’s night, he squealed away in his Pinto, and he never came back. I saw her the next evening, sitting on the bench on her front porch adjacent to our kitchen door, [...]

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