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April 29, 2007
Junior leaned over the fender of the truck, his head under the hood, socket wrench dangling against the header, “Dink, dink, dink.” He was tired, exhausted from staying up all night, drinking with friends, and then walking in the morning mist, talking with David. Sometimes the talking was so good he just didn’t want to do anything else. But now his body was in pain. His head hurt. He closed his eyes a moment, his belly over the cool metal fender of the F150. He breathed. He heard the rattle of the socket wrench bouncing through the engine compartment. The flat splat as it hit the drive.