Last night, my wife and I heard strange noises coming from the
apartment below us. Our neighbor was moving out. This morning, on my
way to the post office, I found some of his things on the porch, things
he must have decided he no longer wanted, or things he wanted but had
decided were not worth bringing with him, wherever he was going. A
piece of paper torn from a spiral-bound notebook had the word 'Free'
written on it in black magic marker, and was taped to the stoop. I
looked through the books, which were in a pile next to an old dresser.
The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros, was among them.
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of Sandro Menzel.
Read EM's story, "Honeymoon."
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