It was a dull house, except for the blue door. She moved in with her husband and baby when I was about thirteen. I used to watch from behind the curtain in our back room. Her husband looked older, but she couldn't have been more than nineteen, I thought. But she was all woman. I'd sit and wait for the blue door to open. And I'd watch her. Someday I was gonna do more than watch. Someday I was gonna walk over there and knock on that blue door.

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