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Bryant Literary Review

Article Title

Home Visit

Authors

Jesse Mardian

Abstract

4782 Menson Avenue was a small place with a dead lawn. Pass the brittle grass where the toys lay scattered, the house stood with peeling pink paint and a roof missing several clay shingles. Jennifer checked the address in her notebook, entered through a creaking gate, and walked to the door.

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