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Essay: Someone on Malibu Drive

My dad called me yesterday while I was outside in our yard with the kids. Sitting on a sunny patch on the front stoop, I answered the call with a, "hi dad." To which he responded with a loud and crackly, "there is [crackle crackle] mail [crackle] can't read sender [crackle] ... [fizzz]." No greetings.… Continue reading Essay: Someone on Malibu Drive