Heater
The trailer was cold again. Not the kind of cold that a coat fixes, but the kind that gets into your bones and stays there until spring, if spring ever comes. I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago and a stack of utility bills spread out in front of me like a hand of cards I didn't want to play. The heating bill was three hundred dollars. Three...
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