“Pink Ice” by Meagan Cass
I’m the first to emerge from the pink ice, though it was supposed to happen at the same time . . .
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Read MoreThe children, not knowing there was anything wrong with snow in July, got out their galoshes. On their sleds they screamed down Murder Hill, as they called it . . .
Read MoreHer name was Casey Krupke and she was a 24-year-old waitress at Roy’s. The air conditioning at her house in Canoga Park had gone out . . .
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