The White Fortune

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The White Fortune

She was sitting on a bench in Central Park with her face in her hands and not making a sound. I noticed her because I was the kind of person who notices things that do not concern him. It was January 1925, cold enough that the breath came out white, and the park was nearly empty except for a few figures hurrying along the paths like they were late for something important. I was neither late nor...

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