The Recursion of Pattern
Connecticut in 1956 was a state that had discovered suburbia and decided it was the second coming of civilization. The highways were wide and empty, the shopping centers were pristine, and every house on every street had a white picket fence and a refrigerator that cost more than my father had made in a year. I should have known something was wrong. I'd grown up in the city, in a apartment...
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