The Snake
The trailer sat at the end of the park, past the laundromat and the broken swing set and the patch of ground where someone had tried to plant flowers once and given up. It was a single-wide, white metal skin peeling to reveal the gray fiberglass underneath, windows screened with mesh that had holes in it the size of thumbnail nails. The name Whitey was taped to the door in letters cut from...
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