Boxes brim-full of hard memories are being bewitched away into the U-Haul violating home's personal space. A splotch of rowhouses within a project— littered with drug dealing youths, whose hopes are more dirtied than the nickels and dimes they peddle for from fiends, whose dreams are more synthetic than the gunk they im…
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