A Short Story It was late June, sticky-hot in a small town just outside Cleveland. Nate Jennings, 63, parked his old '78 Camaro next to the faded sign of Spin City Records. Inside, the familiar must of vinyl and dust welcomed him like an old friend. "Morning, Nate!" called out Mia, the twenty-some
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