“greenpointe Ave”

There was a dad and his little daughter. They had this unspoken game where she’d make a funny face and then touch his face with her index finger. She kept dropping her doll and he kept picking it up, holding it in the air to make it look like it was flying. His son stood by the window, transfixed by the darkness and flashing blue lights.

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