“‘Our street has officially gone to Hell,’ my mother said when the last two pure perfect white families moved out the same week. ‘I don’t know why I bother working on the yard anymore.’”
—Lynda Barry, The Good Times are Killing Me, 1988.
“‘Our street has officially gone to Hell,’ my mother said when the last two pure perfect white families moved out the same week. ‘I don’t know why I bother working on the yard anymore.’”
—Lynda Barry, The Good Times are Killing Me, 1988.
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