What's Left of Us
What's Left of UsMark found her at 2 a.m. outside the bodega on Atlantic Avenue, barefoot in her pajamas, counting the cracks in the sidewalk. She had an open beer in her hand, a light-colored one from a brand he did not recognize, and she was wearing a long-sleeved top over her pajama top like a jacket, even though it was August and the air was thick enough to chew. Her hair was pulled back in...
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