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What does it take to get people to see my page?
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Tin Man
Celery StreetMy brother used to get mad when I cried. We would sit in the blue and mock-wood paneled station wagon, no key in the ignition, just two bodies ready to lay our feet on the pedal. T’s spine was straight and hot against the back of the driver’s seat, his body creased at the hip and knee. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Sometimes he would fumble with the radio, and I would turn my head away, looking to the contents of the garage. We never did take that car out.Celery Street
We would lie hip to hip in the grass behind the baseball field and strain our necks to look past the tops of the trees at the stars. T
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