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Submitted to Contest #319
I stood on the stoop outside my mother’s house and flicked the ash of my cigarette into a planter, a concrete grave to a dead topiary. She made a point of having the boxwoods meticulously sculpted into perfect spirals to match the finials on the roof of her historic three-story townhome. Rather, she hovered over her gardener until they were trimmed to her liking. Once, when I was a kid, a tether on my backpack whipped around this very one as I was running out the door, late for school but excited for the talent show that day at my elementary...
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