Dirty Reality
ACT ONE: THE STAIN The factory had closed six months ago, which meant Bill Harper was home every day from eight in the morning until whatever hour the whiskey decided to stop him. The house in the Ohio town—population twelve thousand and declining—was a small thing, painted a colour that had once been white but was now the colour of old teeth. The carpet in the living room was the colour of...
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