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October 2013, vol 8, no 3

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Ruth Holzer

Maiden Lane

Click click click in snappy strappy high heels, up and out of the subway from Brooklyn, into the downtown of diamond merchants, bookstores, coffee shops and steel towers. Forget glory days. Now it's earning a wage, paying rent, living with somebody who might kiss me or hit me after a few beers.

last butt
before knocking off—
fire in the hole