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Ingrid loves white orchids by Michael Escoubas this wasn’t always the case she and her family were brackish water in the town where past mistakes live on and on where otherwise good people assume guilt by association— the doorbell rings, a slender boy is standing there, fidgeting in his tux and red cummerbund pimples pock his face, hair wild as wind— I’ve brought a flower for you to wear to the prom it magnifies your name— Ingrid means beautiful orchids stand for innocence none of us has room to point fingers— he takes a moment to tie the orchid around her wrist then with his handkerchief gently dabs away her tears
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