The roads were so gray, untouched by the blue hands of the moon and its skilled, transparent connivings. I navigated the Lexus SUV onto the looping on-ramp of 2-95 South, the brushes of streetlight passing through the car like bold strips of parchment paper. Hands steady on the wheel I merged into ongoing traffic, and drove the way my father had ( Read more... )

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dreaming of jeans.

It's a little late, but I'm going to talk about Christmas ( Read more... )

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