( I stole this from Alex )

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Closing All My WindowsWhen the crowd parted for the paramedics, we already knew it wasn’t necessary. The street was painted a purple- red with that boy’s blood. On impact, his body had folded on itself; he looked like he was praying to the mailbox. The air was turning the blood on the sidewalk rust brown, but in his hair it stayed a dark red. It ( Read more... )

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