Short Story: My Westside Story
I remember thinking that people never really burst into song in real life – you know like in the musicals; in the movies…and it was at that exact point, thinking that, when my father just piped up, out of nowhere, “maria, Maria, MARIA!” each version of the name louder and longer than the one before it. We were all of us sat around the table. Spooning so…
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