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Archive for November, 2012

Survivor

That morning, the train whistle sounded like the strum of a guitar. A soft strum, now and again, without rhythm but tuneful. That was the same day he killed a dead man. He’d limped along the parade route, stopping here and there but never finding the perfect viewing place. Sometimes he stopped among old men […]

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