Pushkin

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It's May 1973, Iowa City.

There's a damp chill in the air. In 1973, Iowa City.

There's a damp chill in the air.

We are on a sort of shabby block in front of a brick apartment building with a white door in

need of a paint job and a storefront window with its blinds drawn shut.

The sidewalk just in front of the door is covered in blood and it looks like the blood might be seeping out from under the

door jam. It's a busy weekday and as pedestrians pass the puddle of, they notice it and casually step around it.

Eventually, a man in a green and black plaid jacket pauses and looks around,

as if looking for an explanation.

When none comes, he walks away.

Then a well-dressed white woman uses her umbrella

to poke at the bloody puddle.

But after a moment or two of inspection, she also walks away.

Finally, an older gentleman emerges from a nearby storefront and silently cleans up the mess and the evidence of whatever

happened is suddenly gone and with it disappears any account of whose blood

was spilled and how.

The whole scene is being captured by two young women in their 20s,

sisters who sit in an old car parked nearby.

One of them holds a Super 8 camera, the kind you'd make home movies with back them.

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