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Published in Kolob Canyon Review Rue is standing in the alley between a bar and a law firm, leaning against a cold brick wall, a nearby lamppost casting half his face in shadow. There’s a cigarette held between his two fingers, arm outstretched, his flannel falling down over his wrist. I hear the soft thumping of music as I approach him, a cold wind hitting my bare face. I pull my jacket closer to my body, shivering. He looks up at me then, a little more of his face illumin