The Can of Beans
The bus from Cleveland to Youngstown left at 6:15 and arrived at 8:42. Ellen Marsh sat by the window and watched the factories pass by—some still running, most of them closed, their windows broken and their walls covered in graffiti that said things like WE ARE FORGOTTEN and JOBS LEFT THE BUILDING in letters so large they looked like a scream. She was eighteen years old. Her right arm hung at...
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