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Philip Wrobel

Philip is an infrequent contributor to a number of literary publications. He resides in Chicago, IL.

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I held open the fence and a minute later we were on the other side. The noise from the crowd grew softer as we crossed Wicker Park. We bumped into each other as we skipped over the puddles lining the sidewalk. In the sun one of the girls tossed her hair.