He tore the page from the phone book at the booth on 24th st. He ran past Damen Liquor. He ran past the vacant home. No one had lived there for over a year. The windows were boarded up in front where neighborhood kids had thrown rocks at the house. He breathed harder than he e He got home, to the house they were renting, and burst through the door. Mark was laying on the floor.
16 July 2012
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