Don’t Paint the Kitchen Green
A love story.
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My mom parks the car on Ocean Avenue in Brooklyn on a Friday afternoon in 1968. I’m so excited, I can barely wait for her to shift the car into park and cut the engine. I open the car door, scoot out t…
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