The-House-of-Mirrors

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2026-05-29 09:58:20 -

The House of Mirrors The Greyhound bus deposited me in New Orleans with forty-seven dollars, a hammer, and a dachshund named Biscuit whose health was deteriorating because I couldn't afford consistent dog food. The bus smelled like diesel and regret. I smelled like bus. New Orleans hit me like a humid hand on the face — warm, sticky, smelling of river water and frying oil and something older...

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