The Golden Downtown
The glass shattered against the windshield with a sound like a dry bone breaking, spraying a constellation of glittering shards across the dashboard, the passenger seat, and my own hands. I didn’t flinch. I was used to the violence of things breaking, to the sudden, sharp intrusion of the world into the private, sealed space of the car. My name is David, and I have spent the last twelve years...
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