Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

the fifty-dollar filing fee with a brief nod, her heavy steel stamp falling onto our duplicate receipt with a loud thud that echoed in the quiet lobby. I walked back to my Chevrolet and sat in the driver’s seat for five minutes, listening to the loose belt under the hood squeak against the cold morning air as the engine warmed up.

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