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Kevin Foster

Perched on lawn chairs on his back porch, they waited for it to come. There was classical music gliding through the window – they opened the window to coax the sound out of the interior of the house – and they were sitting on the back porch, good friends, waiting for it to come. They had turned the lights off in preparation for it to come and to avoid offending the neighbors, as they sat, still, and waited for it to come. Out of a cigarette box, broken up, packed in a glass animal, they waited for it to come. They drank wine from bottles and waited. They waited.

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