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Weekly Contest #182
This happened in the early nineties when I was thirteen years old; living with my grandparents in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. My bus stop was two blocks from my house, and I would enjoy the walk home with my little sister and her friend Margie, who lived eight houses down. It was more like four, looking back, but for reasons I do not understand, that distance to Margie’s felt so far as a child. Our house was in a cul-de-sac with a dipping driveway to the garage that connected to our basement. A box garden and a thin but loud creek in the back...
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