It's night time. I was just sitting out on the back stoop waiting for tipper to come in. The air was cold, but it didn't touch that way on my skin - the only notice I had of it was that my breath made little tufts of steam when I let it go. It was the only thing that appeared in my darkened field of view. I suppose there was a lawn and a garden and
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-rachel.
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