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May 2014
She was last seen in the soccer field. She went there when she was a child. She is still a child. It is all weeds now.Β Β Everyone else is gone or leaving. The old factory is still standing by, as empty as a house.

She was last seen lying on her back, cheek pressed against the black top of the highway, all yellow streetlight and blinding headlights. Small town, summer night, a crown of weeds and flyaways.

Trying to stifle a giggle, she forgot to scream.
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awegkjh  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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   Wanderer
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