“Tangled limbs, shrieking in fuchsia, hang heavy over the porch, wresting a respite from the blazing noonday sun. I approach the stoop with anticipation and apprehension. Is there a front door hidden in this dark cavity? Shuffling my foot to find the steps, my pupils scramble to adjust to the sudden nightfall. My finger fumbles to find the doorbell, then my ears strain to detect any sound of life inside. Hearing none, I pace the short span of the porch. Until the door creaks open. A hand extends a plastic baggie through the crack in the door. My own hand responds with an offer of fifteen dollars, cash. I examine the contents of the bag, as if to ensure the quality of its contents, but snort at the futility.”
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