Arizona Bound
by Adrian Slonaker
Sucking a sepiatone sassafras drop, his mouth vacuumed up vintage flavors as he blinked at a pink suitcase on creaky wheels and wondered whether it was light enough to limbo under the bar of baggage fees since he needed every dollar to launch his midlife move to the Valley of the Sun and harvest a home from a minuscule hotel room in snooty Scottsdale now that he'd
lost
the
weight.
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