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Z.R. ZHANG
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Isaiah Washington could not see the cotton anymore. Not since the sun had taken his eyes three winters ago, but he could feel it—the damp cold of it in the morning, the sticky warmth of it by noon, the way it clung to his fingers like something alive.
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