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Milk Aisle, Ten Years Later

Posted on March 17, 2013 by perfectsublimemasters

According to the Court, they were sisters every Wednesday. In the backseat of their mother’s car: an old station wagon about to give up. They’d sit in the back-back, link pinkies, and watch the world go by in reverse. The … Continue reading →

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