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The Matador

My maintenance man is having heart surgery tomorrow. He’s 81 years old and he told me this morning that if he doesn’t wake up it won’t be a big deal. He shrugs when he says this, like he’s mentioning dry wall. It’s sunny for the first time in days and he’s looking at the blue [...]

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“There are vampires over in dat there house. I see ‘em every night, but never in the daytime,” the old man with the weathered, almond-colored skin said to me as I exited my car a few streets off Atlantic Ave. I didn’t believe him at the time. I was visiting an old college friend I [...]

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