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Mexican Notepad Story

I found this piece of paper between some books as I was packing to move. Just a tiny thing I must've written in Jalisco a few years ago:

He found the stain. It was underneath the rafters, between rusted ends of nails, and the spikes were too close together, preventing him from scratching it out with his sandpaper hands.

He swung his legs in irritation.

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