Over flaking paint, someone had painted the wood siding blue. Not a sky blue, or navy, more of a stormy Indiana sky in deep summer when the sun reflects off the clouds. The front door was a bright red arts-and-crafts style, covered by a creaking aluminum screen, and the stoop was brick. I lived on the first floor with my one-year-old, and above us was a…
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