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Allison had the name of a prostitute.
Rouge so thick she couldn’t wipe it away.
Thin veneer of her heels kicked up the street lights.
He knew her from high school.
He thought she might accomplish things.
He thought everyone would do big things.
He had the name of a salesman.
Mark.
He told himself he was supposed to be a doctor.
He worked at a grocery store.
