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This is a short story I wrote during the course of a single plane ride from Dallas, Texas, to my home in Lancaster, PA. In it I recount the city I used to live in, Dallas, through vivid mental detail. I went back to sell my novels (The Modern Reformer and Black Genesis: Desert Man) at Dallas Comic Con and found myself with time to spare. So my friend who I was staying with, and is a team member at Modern Comics, walked with me through the city. Than it hit me- my past was there, along with the friends I used to be close to. Yet at that point, they were all gone. I imagine them being where we used to hang out, but it was only a memory. This story explores that concept. Note: It's still a draft. I never really took much time to revise it and go further. I still think it could use a different ending, but I feel that I have to go discover it. Maybe this story is ongoing? I don't know. Anyways, enjoy, and all the best! -Andrew Purdum
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