Cold Coffee on the Island

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I. Elena coughed into a tissue and looked at it. No blood. Just yellow phlegm. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and went back to scanning burgers at the Quick-Lite on Michigan Avenue. "Sash," she said to the guy at the next register. "I feel like I'm disappearing." Sasha Kowalski looked up from his coffee. He was twenty-eight, Polish-American, laid off from the Ford plant eight...

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