Writer: Robert Voedisch

To Need Me and Not Know

To Need Me and Not Know

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I’m staring at a door. It’s Mike and me, and the two of us are sitting in his crappy little car staring at the door of a crappy little house in Nordeast Minneapolis on the coldest night of the year. We’re staring at this particular door because inside is a guy named Neil Batteau. Wemore