Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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My older sister Nancy and I walk down the street together. In our hands are plastic grocery bags that smell like shame and old onions. We are going trick-or-treating. I know we're getting too old fo ... [+]