Kbye!

I like sad songs and shoes and Obama.

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I’m at my table by the window, watching, without wanting to, other tenants rush off to work, bundled up against the frigid morning— running to catch the T, or starting their cars, warming them up in the parking lot before they take off for their offices, stores, banks, hospitals, wherever, just the way I used to, not so long ago.
Mimi Malloy, At Last!, by Julia MacDonnell

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