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Brighton Beach 1963 Facing the back of our apartment is the alley. Street games spill over into it, and we like to make up new ones: “Bet you can’t hit the wire with the ball.” Sometimes the super yells at us. There are broken bottles and smells from garbage cans. But the alley is our backyard— private, hidden from grown-up eyes. [...]
