The Wife Who Waved Until She Thought I Couldn't See
From the last car of the troop train I watched my wife wave until she thought I couldn't see her anymore. Then she turne...
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Molly Is Not For Sale
"Let me find you something comparable," the boy at the register told the famous woman who wanted to buy me. I am a brass bird, sixty-six years old, bolted to the wall above him. Her assistant was filming. By 2:50, her post said the staff had made it clear she couldn't afford me. By Monday, strangers with cameras were pulling my cord and shouting, "Who's lying?" I heard every word that Saturday. I have three songs, and none of them is an answer.
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