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In Tres Piedras
God is a furious woman who shouts in Spanish about our hearts. Straw brown hair falls over shoulders of a black wool jacket that is too much for this weather. When there is nothing but glass between her and four customers who make small talk in the diner, her obscenities are English. If you're racist, accept it motherfucker. You worthless pile of shit. Who are you, goddammit? Who do you think you are? The waitress, who knows her, is alarmed. She locks the door, as she has before, and calls the son, who promises to come again. © Steven Schroeder
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