The neighbor’s mulberry tree spilling its fruit onto the sidewalk stained the old sneakers I took from my mother’s closet, but there was no need to steal, there’s almost nothing you can ask for that my mother wouldn’t give you, except maybe the bone from a T-bone steak—she’s a carnivore, like the coyote in the […]

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