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randall brown

I stuff scarecrows at the Pumpkin Fair, in a make-believe competition with her daughter to stuff the most straw into sleeves. Her husband smokes a cigar, taps the ash onto her back. Accident, she tells me. But you, you're so good with her. It's just straw, I say.



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