Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

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Arthur cleared his throat again, adjusting his glasses twice in rapid succession. “Nothing. It has nothing to do with it. Just go home.”

“You are hiding something, Arthur,” I said.

“I am trying to keep us afloat,” Arthur said, but the elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside before he could finish.

Evelyn was already seated at continue reading …