The clinic was small. Three chairs in the waiting area, all of them upholstered in something that had been blue once but was now the color of a sky that had seen too much pollution. One examination ta
It was January in Pittsburgh, which meant it was cold. Not the dramatic cold of movies where snow falls in slow motion and people breathe white plumes and romantic things happen. Real Pittsburgh cold. The kind that gets into your fingers and stays there. The kind that makes the pipes in the walls groan and the windows rattle and you sit in your apartment with a sweater on and a space heater...
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