Fiction | September 01, 2006

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It snowed all over Chicago, but in early February it was only New Year’s in Chinatown. And when the next thaw happened in March, it left gobs of soggy firecracker wrappings all over the streets and sidewalks–spitballs forming a wet cushion of Chinatown mud.

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