North End Red-White and Blues

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Weaving into my past, driving through streets of uncontrollable memories, I felt a compulsion to stop for ice cream. Maybe it was my inner child reaching for cold solace on an all-too-dry tongue. The North End of town crumbled into houses of peeling tarpaper and crooked Venetian blinds with faded “For Sale” or “For Lease” signs desperately emboldened on window after beckoning window.

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