McCallum Crawford

Andrew McCallum Crawford

  THE FIXER   That basement room. In the corner, a gas lamp hissed while a raggedy woman tried to feed her child. I watched steam rise...
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McCallum Crawford

Andrew McCallum Crawford

‘You’re not wearing that,’ she said. I’d just put on a clean shirt, a brown button-down. ‘Why not?’ I said. ‘Because you look stupid,’ she said. She screwed the top on her lipstick. ‘Where’s that blue one I got you?’

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