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A Village, a Vamp, and a Muddied Soul - Ann Lee Miller
I pedaled faster, away from my stepfather’s El Patio Restaurant, darting a glance over my shoulder. My fingers clenched the money pouch with three hundred and six dollars against the handle bar. Two p.m. sun cooked my scalp and shoulders. I pumped harder, my progress bogged down by the thick humid air that blanketed Stuart, […]
Ann Lee Miller