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Renee was at work. “Work,” she mused, was a relative term—in this setting. As the lone bid administrator for the government’s commercial kitchen equipment replacement parts needs, her desk was covered with labeled manila folders, spreadsheets of manufacturers’ pricing information and meticulous and poorly copied specs. Her email inbox still bulged with a growing number of inquisitions, and yet, she had done nothing more but glance through her files, shuffle them from one dangerously leaning ...

My dad. I only think I seen him once, but last winter, I seen his brother on the news. The red-nose lady, who huddled over the mike like it was a campfire, told us that no one really knew why my uncle was brawling, but around 3 in the morning, when only the baddest people are out, he got stabbed outside of Wag’s Bar. The television we were watching was half-broke and the blue strip that shot through the bottom-half of the screen, reading Brutal Stabbing on East Broadway, looked more like a ba...