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See AllWay back in Tommy Tutone's childhood Chicago, the word on the street is that Tommy was conceived under a dead hickory tree, on top of a burned-out patch of grass in Harrison Park. The same run-down pa
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“I—am—so—sorry,” she says to me. Each word is a pause, a breath, a gift. Gifts that I no longer expected, but still wanted. I want us to automatically sail from this breakthrough to an easy-going comr
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The heavy door opens, and I check in. Someone pats me down. When they finish, I put my keys, my wallet, and my Chapstick back in my pockets. Then I grab a magazine with the cover missing, find a seat,
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