The Scare and the Stray
Long McGary's face had been broken in three separate places before he was thirty, and the right side of it never worked right. When he tried to smile, the left side went up and the right side sagged like a sack of wet flour. People looked away fast. He lived in a room above a laundromat on East Main Street, in a town that had once made car parts and now made nothing but rust and unemployment...
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