Debbie Roth

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It’s been a long time since my old man last hit me, and he’s never done it in front of other people before. “How fucking clumsy can you be?” he snarls, his eyes dark. Two of the older men start stacking the boards I dropped. “Second time this year. When’re you going to learn?”
When the Cranes Fly South
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