Here's What's Leaving Netflix Forever in June

Most nights the streets are deserted. And that isn’t even the best part. I have a memory of something that never happened. “Hey mister!” a small, dark voice shouted because it was small and dark. So just give me a flashlight and a drawstring bag, and leave a car unlocked, and when I’m done rummaging, let me slip away like water, a silver bracelet with blue stones.

 

 

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