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Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 

Giving Up the Ghost

I open my eyes. I am seventeen again. I’m sitting on my bed in my old room at my parents’ house. Eddie Vedder is crooning “Even Flow” over the boombox on my dresser.

Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 

Giving Up the Ghost

I open my eyes. I am seventeen again. I’m sitting on my bed in my old room at my parents’ house. Eddie Vedder is crooning “Even Flow” over the boombox on my dresser.