The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The truck smelled of diesel and wet wool. I left my boots by the door. I did not look back. The rain was coming down hard. It hit the tin roof like gravel. We drove north. The radio was off. The windshield wipers slapped the glass. Left. Right. Left. Right. A metronome for my heart. "Keep your eyes on the road," I said. My voice sounded far away. It sounded like a stranger’s. Caleb nodded. He...

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