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After a year of researching ghost towns
The darkness swells with the bodies of strangers --
all human; their bitterness coated with chocolate milk.
Inside one of the abandoned houses, a refrigerator door
opens. Someone else's memory.
A love story
Another blind item: a couple from upstate got drunk,
laughed all the way to the stable where the horses had
trampled them to death. The mayor had to apologize on
national TV.
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