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Submitted to Contest #298
Things Change The third anniversary of my disappearance was marked with a bottle of cheap bourbon and the kind of humid New Orleans night that sticks to your skin like bad memories. I sat in my cramped office on Chartres Street. The unopened letter stared at me. Charles C. Cooper. I used to know a Charles C. Cooper, but now I was Charlie Culp, the pulp edition of that good guy, Mr. Cooper. Three years ago I left Maria without a word. I told myself I was protecting her from the fallout, from the exposure, from the destruction in the wake of ...
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