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…t once. I totter against the wind and jostle the bags from side to side until the coats tumble out. I put the bags down on the dirty sidewalk, shoving the coats back in and cinching the bags shut, pulling so tightly that I tear a gaping hole in one of them. I sling one bag over my back and hold the torn bag like a baby, pressing it under my chin to keep it closed.
Laura Friedman Williams
Christiana White
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You’re killing me here. GREAT writing.
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