The roof leaked into a coffee pot. The coffee pot sat under the leak. It had been there for three weeks. Ray had meant to move it. He hadn't.
His trailer was on the edge of Youngstown, Ohio — not the Youngstown of the old newspapers, when the steel mills employed twenty thousand people and the downtown was full of people who believed in something, any something, at three in the morning. This was the Youngstown of now: a town that had been hollowed out and filled with dollar stores and vacant lots and a community center where Ray...
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