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Jun 2016
I glanced out my passenger window on my way to the city and saw a woman's left hand dangling out her driver's side: long white nails and a ring that screamed money and taken.

A terrifying, intangible site that smells suburban and stale and what I know everyone wants for me.

My nails are cut short, and I know I'm headed in the right direction.
Lawless
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Lawless
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