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Stella Gilgur-Cook '98



by Stella Gilgur-Cook ’98

David walks down Ocean Parkway: benches full of old geezers like himself on one side, highway traffic on the other. The neighborhood children are running amuck, making their grandmothers shake their fists and predict inevitable deaths by truck flattening. In the past, he would have stopped by the throng of men surrounding the concrete chess...

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