In the Years of Conformity I lived on a block where the houses were the same. and all the children joined the baseball game. I walked through the woods to try to escape. My mother would yell when I came back late, in the years of conformity. The shopping stores were ducks in a row. The parents kept books to pay what they owe. There was always some …
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