Fiction | June 01, 2004

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In the spring, I moved from an apartment near the university into a rented house on the scrubby southeast edge of Tuscon.  In deciding on the house, I’d focused on  small things I liked: white hexagonal tile set in black grout in the bathroom, a bedroom closet I could lie down in.

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