the fourth floor
His feet hit the ground with the rhythm of the music in his headphones: rapid, consistent, beating heavily against the hard concrete of the sidewalk. He wasn't able to run like this on the reservation. His grandfather always wanted him to leave the...
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Jordan sat in the front seat of her 1983 Volkswagen Passat at about seven o'clock in the morning, listening to the rain. Just getting off from work at the 7-11, she looked in the rear view mirror, and admired the silver necklace that she wore, given...