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melancholy wrecks
 
by brentley frazer
 

i knew this little woman whose car was a violent rambling damp machine. all the vinyl seats were split and the yellow foam stuck to your clothes. occasionally the road would call to her and she would point her creaking heap toward the longest black ribbon on the map.

her name was melancholy.

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