Instead, I said, Ill be there in five. Id found the thing last Thanksgiving: a coil of rope and a battered yellow miners helmet, still faintly dusted with someone elses sweat Id bought it for five dollars from a man with a glass eye who told me, This helmets seen more darkness than you could pack into a truck bed, son. The road into Buckle curves past the old feed store, the Super 8, and the mile-long stretch of derelict train tracks that every bored high school kid in the county has graffitied
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He leaves you gagging, gasping for air, and, while coming, you cry without sobbing