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By Evan Mercer in jokes, portents —

I briefly considered waving, but I didn’t want to find out what came next.

A suburban house at night, with a different human silhouette standing in every warmly lit window, watching the empty front yard.
A suburban house at night, with a different human silhouette standing in every warmly lit window, watching the empty front yard.
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Inside, I asked how long the wait was. She asked how I felt about heights.
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