She handed me a Ziploc bag full of pennies for a $14 pizza and whispered, “I think there’s enough here.”I stood on the rotting porch, the freezing wind cutting through my jacket.
The instructions on the receipt just said: Back door. Please knock loud.
It wasn’t a trailer park, but it was close. One of those small, siding-peeling houses on …
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