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The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

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near the water with peeling trim and a plastic flamingo stuck in a dead planter.

Jolene opened the door before I knocked.

She looked awful.

Same black jeans she’d probably worn for two days. Hair shoved under a Mets cap. No makeup, which on Jolene meant war.

I stepped inside and slapped her.

Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to answer the week she’d continue reading …

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