The Yellow Ones
The bluff looked out over the San Fernando Valley like a drunk looking out over his mistakes. From the top of it, you could see everything and nothing mattered. The valley spread out below, flat and brown and dotted with houses that looked like playing cards someone had thrown at the earth and expected to stick.My ranchette sat on the edge of the bluff, which is to say it sat where the earth...
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