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around her sister, her boots dragging through snow, her breath coming out in white bursts.
Don’t stop, Lily.
Please don’t stop.
When I reached North Memorial, I abandoned my car crookedly near the ER entrance and ran inside.
The waiting room was full of Christmas misery. A man with a bloody towel around his hand. A teenager coughing into his sleeve. A continue reading …
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