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A Boy Like Your Mother


Once I was flush so I drank until the walls grew vague. A guy at the bar said, Who's the boy? and I touched your hair and bought you another Coke while evening dropped over St. Louis like a bird to its nest. Last call, the girl said. Drink up. * So [...]

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