Summary
The rest of us line up at the far drive, tensed, listening for his voice, his small tricks: the cleared throat that almost sounds like something, the cough that makes us stop and go. When I hear the stories of drug deals and prison, I remember how we conjured ghosts and devils, how we faced our nightmares from the comfort of our beds.
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Red Light, Green Light
Night in the valley softens edges. Heat
and tempers cool, noises fade. O...See the full content of this document
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