Allan Malcolmson

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I shook my head. “They wrecked it. They wrecked the whole place. We lost everything.” “What do you mean? Who did?” “Everybody,” I said. “Our neighbors. Our friends.” I could see the understanding break over him slowly, watch it change his face. He stepped away from the bars and sat heavily on the bed. He looked confused. The last vestige of resilience inside him started to die. I saw it happen, just like that. “Dad,” I said. He looked like he was far away from me. Far away from this cell. Somewhere lonely. “You know,” he said, “I know it’s not her. I know she’s not there. It’s just, I really ...more
The Strange
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