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Submitted to Contest #328
The Bag I remember the year I turned eight like it was yesterday. I was way too young to wander into a pool hall, but that is exactly what happened almost every night that year. Wrapped in my powder pink robe and rabbit-eared slippers, I hopped off my red vinyl chair, grabbed the quarter Mama left on the table by the front door, and held my breath until I made it to our porch. “Tell Mr. Earl I said hello,” Mama would yell before I reached the bottom step. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered before she finished, kinda like when grownups say “fine” be...
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