The fluorescent light in the second-hand store buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Mary Ellen...
The fluorescent light in the second-hand store buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Mary Ellen watched it from behind the counter, counting change she would not spend. The bell above the door chimed. A man walked in, shaking rain from a coat that had seen better decades. He was maybe forty, maybe fifty. Hard to tell in Ohio, where everyone aged at the same rate, like fruit in a shared...
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