Her perk, for living in the house behind the liquor store, was that she consistently had access to boxes when her peripatetic friends moved.
The downfalls were the rats, the groups of giggling teenagers sucking on Whip-its, discarding the gas canisters, shotgunning cans of beer, flipping the plastic six-pack rings, destined to someday, somewhere, choke a…
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