I was awake before the sun rose at 4 am sitting in the scorching heat with my head leaning against the cool window of my dad’s 88’ blue and white chevy pickup. I can still hear the scrape of the plow against the asphalt where we had been plowing all night, finally ending up in a residential neighborhood with a shadow flagging us down. The shadow of a ma…
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