by Elara Voss
A Brooklyn laundromat, a stuck drawer, and two people who've spent six years almost saying it — until a deportation notice and a body-rental contract make almost impossible.
**The Drawer**
The drawer under the register had been stuck since 2011, and Dmitri had told himself, every Tuesday for thirteen years, that he'd plane it down on a slow afternoon.
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