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“That last time.
The red sky. . .
How does a book thief end up kneeling and howling and flanked by a man-made heap of ridiculous, greasy, cooked-up rubble?
Years earlier, the start was snow.
The time had come. For one.”
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I’ll bet you know this one already.
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The Bag Lady 
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