The road from my apartment to my school runs straight and desolate like the dusty streets on which cowboys duel at high noon. Guarding the entrance to my school, like a modern day gunslinger, is a middle-aged patrolman.
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Talking Trash
I nudged the boxes closer together with my foot. “Where do I put the trash when the boxes are full?” I asked.
The story so far
“I’m off the clock, and free to mix up “less” and “fewer” as much as I’d like.”