The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You stand in the yard. The grass is wet. It is Tuesday. Or Wednesday. It does not matter. You are holding a shovel. It is heavy. Iron. Cold. The handle cuts into your palm. You do not feel it. You dig. The dirt is black. Wet. Smells of rot and rain. You dig until your arms shake. You stop. You look at the hole. It is deep enough. The car is at the gate. It is a black sedan. Government plate. No...

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