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Abstract
He pulled his feet up, drew his body into a curl. And the bottoms of his sneakers rubbed dirt on the sheets. Night had inked him into one of its corners; back to the wall; not a lot of choices left now.
Recommended Citation
Walker, Kate, Night, Kunapipi, 9(3), 1987.
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