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My studio apartment had old, dirty carpet along with roaches, a leaning bookshelf and a broken toilet. The heat rarely worked and the windows were not sealed. My bed, up against the window sill, creaked as she stood up. Not wearing a shirt, her bottom was covered by my sweatpants. They fit tight, revealing her…

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Here’s an experiment: stand on a train platform in Chicago, look up at the cloudy sky and listen to Robert Johnson. Just loud enough. Rhythm with the wind. Reach up and straighten your hair. As the train lumbers toward you, stare at it and through it, and while it passes you, listen for it in…