Wicked Americana by Sacha Bissonnette
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Wicked Americana by Sacha Bissonnette
I told my mom I loved her at a gas station in Minnesota but I’m not sure she heard. The cashier must’ve been stocking drinks or something so it felt like it was just me and her in there. This was the most space we’d shared in years and I thought she’d have so much to say but she spoke slowly, dragging her every word. “How old are you now?” “Thirteen.” I lied. I was twelve. She asked me if I could buy her some beef jerky. “I need to coat my st…
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