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I was on my way home from work when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a flash of color emitting from an
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On either side of the hospital bed, your children snicker like kids who are in trouble.
The smell of a place with real secrets, the kind of unpeopled place where the concept of a lie had no traction at all.
“You are going to hell, and we all are,” said a random homeless person on the subway.
