The moon rushed through a black sky like the headlight of a speeding train. Stars…
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In a rundown neighborhood in South Phoenix, Eddie Easy Deal Wilson parked his car in…
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On this cloudy autumn day I take the lite rail cross town through a tunnel…
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From my bedroom window, on the second floor of a three story building I own…
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