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  • Overflowing drawers of rectangular tupperware and square lids, cabinets lined with sawdust almonds, boxes and packages and ziplock bags and jars full of corn starch. What do you use corn starch for anyway?

    I walk to my new liquor store on the corner. The man behind the counter pretends not to recognize me. A couple of days ago I'd walked in with my handmade dress not all the way zipped. The momma behind me in line had a bum hand, and after a few earnest attempts she ordered that the cashier lean over the counter to do up my dress. We both knew better then to protest. Now he tells me he doesn't drink, so I take my chances on the 3.99 bottle of California wine and hope for the best.

    Rubber-gloved, bleach-bucketed, this is starting to feel a bit more like home.
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