The Threshold of Small Yesses
Rebecca Ann Delacroix stood on the balcony of her Sherman Oaks apartment and watched the Los Angeles smog haze perform its daily phase transition from transparency to opacity, the Santa Monica Mountains dissolving into gray the way moral boundaries dissolve when crossed one inch at a time until the distance between where you started and where you are is greater than the distance you thought you...
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