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My
parents woke me up to tell me a bomb had been found floating in our pool.
It would have blown up my room. My mother served the members of the bomb
squad coffee in her best china. No one knew what to make of the incident.
A few weeks later we found a suitcase on our front porch filled with weird
items: a piece of rope, broken glass, a jar of peanut butter, a tampon.
A month later, someone banged on my window at 4 a.m. --B. Kim Taylor |
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