November 28, 2010


Sweat drips off my forehead. I squint to block the sun and watch Ashley climb the cement stairs to Maya's home. Water leaks from a broken pipe near her door and creates a dirty pool under the bridge. It is one o'clock in the afternoon and her door is closed....

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