Paper Cups
The lake in November looks like a sheet of gray tin that someone left out in the rain. From Mia Kowalski's second-floor apartment window, Lake Erie stretched across the sky like a question that had been asked so many times nobody remembered what it was. She made coffee in the kitchen and poured it into a paper cup—the thin kind that gets soft at the bottom if you let it sit. She drank it...
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