forty but three

We lived on Jarnigan Street, a lazy road that circled back to the one it diverged from. No one ever drove down our street, except those of us who lived on it. Jarnigan Street was a children’s paradise, with young families occupying every house of the forty but three. A late afternoon would discover dozens of dozens of children playing in every yard.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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