The Pale Shadows
You are sitting in the back of the delivery van, the engine off, the silence of the parking lot pressing in against your ears like a physical weight that makes your teeth ache and your vision blur at the edges, and you are holding a crate of organic heirloom tomatoes that are so ripe they feel like they are going to burst out of their cardboard skins and stain your hands with the red, wet...
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