The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The maples were still green. They stood in a row along the sidewalk, thick as old men, their leaves rustling in a wind that smelled of dust and diesel. I stood by the curb. My father stood by the door. He held a box. It was brown. It was plain. It was full. We did not speak. The street was wide. The cars were fast. A blue bus passed. It hummed. It shook the ground. I looked at the trees. I...

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