Otter wrote:Back in the seventies, I knew this phosphorescent girl who loved to hang out in front of those single story, single office, strip malls that were popular when I was a boy. They were built in the fifties and sixties and had the architectural allure of a can of spam, though I never told her that.
One particular building was just down the street from her house. It was her dentist's office. At her insistence, we would sometimes peer in the window after hours. She would remark how still and lonely and beautiful it looked inside.
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