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You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed. Comments are closed. 2005 Joshua James. All rights reserved. Site by bands Bayt & Takl Powered by WordPress Entries (RSS) and Comments (RSS). Harvard Summer Review The Harvard Summer School Writing Program issue ten, summer 2004 Previous | Contents | Next The Pay Phone Ashleigh Phillips bands Madre Mía, I’ve done this shit so many times I don’t have to think about it anymore. Lock the cash register. Turn off the lights. Lock the doors. And it’s the bands same as every other night. I stand on the sidewalk in front of the 7-Eleven with Al. Tonight we aren’t talking. We smoke our Marlboros and stare past the gas station. It’s quiet out here, only the buzz of the lights and the chirping of crickets.
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