Train tracks curled behind them like the tail of a steel dragon.
Roger had chosen this exact spot to sit at the top of the gulley when he was fourteen, postulating that the bend in the tracks was where a train would derail, potentially killing him and assuring that his name would get printed in the paper.
He was 4’11” at fourteen, catastrophically small f…
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