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337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 18, 2018
Every song was the same song. These were songs for people who were scared to open their mailboxes, whose phone call never brought good news. These were songs for people standing at the crossroads waiting for the bus. People who bounced between debt collectors and dollar stores, collection agencies and housing offices, family court and emergency rooms waiting for a check that never came, waiting for a court date, waiting for a call back, waiting for a break, crushed beneath the wheel.
She had nothing. Except her music.
Kris had been alive long enough to know it was dangerous when men accused you of being better than them.
She played for the losers.