The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Duluth did not fall; it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that tasted of rust and cold lake water. I stood at the edge of the gravel road, my boots sinking into the mud, watching the taillights of the tow truck recede into the white nothing of the morning. My car was dead. Again. The engine had coughed its last breath three miles back, a sputter of smoke that smelled of burnt oil...

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