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Submitted to Contest #51
I have never been to California. My mother had always told me about it, bedtime stories filled with tales of sunshine that could peel the skin right off your back, boys with eyes bluer than the ocean, men with wallets filled with crisp dollar notes that smelled of the press they had just come off of. She was invariably drunk when she tucked me in and climbed in next to me, the alcohol escaping her pores like multiple slow punctures in a tyre. I would be trapped in the small space between her too hot body and the cool wall while she slurred...
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