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 morningβ€” 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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