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About Coimbra

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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I rush over, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Like, chill, people! This ain’t a photo op! I finally get to the church, and it’s packed. I mean, standing-room-only packed. I’m trying to keep it together, but the vibe is heavy. You can feel the grief in the air.

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