It was minuscule protection against the cold of the sidewalk. Snow had punched its way through the previous springlike week and the temperatures returned to winter. As her body shivered and began to quake uncontrollably, she pulled the army green around her more tightly. The quilt was one of the last items she had left from her soldiering days; along with a wrinkled uniform jacket with a colorful row of medals, she wondered what it had all been for.
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