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Behind the Story

“Who the hell would do this?” She barks at Sam. They are up to their dusty eyebrows in broken tile, rotting fiberglass and pieces of popcorn ceiling. He turns and sees that the old towel bar she’s holding sports a … Continue reading

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I rubbed and polished it with my cloth fresh and new, unsuspecting and ever willing, still stiff and crisp. The more I scoured, the brighter it shone. I took it everywhere. I kept it in my pocket, under my hat … Continue reading

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