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He waits in the bedroom. Windows face the street she takes to find him. A Dutch Elm on the front lawn reaches into Heaven. He lies across her bed, watching for headlights.

He hears the usual: children being hustled off the street by parents. There are protests. He smells macaroni and cheese on a neighbor’s stove. He is relieved their day has ended. The children think they own the street—they mark the sidewalks with colored chalk, bounce balls, ride bicycles over the asphalt. But when the sun dies, they surrender claim. He owns this corner of the dark world.
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