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Dennis Cole was sitting on his daughter's old plastic step stool in the front hallway, and he was crying.

Nathan Reyes was crying on a kid's stepstool in his own front hallway. Forty-nine years old, six

The heat hit Cleveland the way it always did—all at once, after a spring that had fooled everybody with

Rosa Bellantoni was counting the register drawer at her deli on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx when the bell

If you had to describe your father with a single word, what would it be? Martha turned the question over

I've cashed checks at that credit union on Route 9 in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania for eleven years

I've stamped a lot of paperwork in eleven years behind this desk in Toledo, Ohio, but I still remember

I've been renting the bay next to Denny Kowalski's for six years now — I do upholstery and

I've been cutting keys and rekeying doors in Bellingham for nineteen years, and I can usually tell

I've been detailing cars out of the same strip mall lot on Route 9 in Manchester, New Hampshire