What She Carries
Mary Ann woke at five in the morning and got out of bed. The apartment was cold—the heating had been turned off three weeks ago, and she hadn't complained. Complaints required energy she didn't have. She pulled on her jeans, the ones with the hole in the right knee that she'd been meaning to mend for two months. She pulled on a sweatshirt. She tied her hair back. She looked at her face in the...
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