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It was late enough in the morning that the commuters had already vacated the neighborhood, and early enough that the soccer moms had not yet stirred beyond their doors. Most of the houses were locked up, blinds down, ready for … Continue reading →

It was the third day of a long session, and I could hear the fatigue in her voice. It mirrored my own on the other side of the glass. My ears hurt from more than twenty hours under the cans, … Continue reading →