Fiction | September 01, 1995

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Here is Sylvia, in the audience again.  She’s hunkered down on the rec-center astroturf, surrounded by kids, but none of them are hers.

I play guitar and sing “The Squeak Squeak song,” Squeak up!  goes the refrain, Squeak now or forever hold your peace!  Cute.

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