The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell hard on the tin roof. It sounded like applause. Inside the hall, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. Tom stood by the wall. He was twelve. He wore a jacket that was too big. The sleeves hung loose. He watched the band play. The lead singer, Mr. Vance, shouted into the microphone. The words were sharp. They cut the air. Tom did not care about the music. He cared about the door....

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