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Wednesday, March 28th, 2012

Wednesday, March 28th, 2012

The storm dropped three feet of snow while we slept; we woke and the world was white. She and I stayed under the covers for a long time, watching the last flakes fall like dust from the bottom of the sky. She wanted eggs and we didn’t have any, so I wrapped myself up in every warm thing I had and walked the three miles to town. Of course, no one was there, not even the ghosts who haunted the place. Only me. I opened the door to Baker’s Store (I knew where he kept the key, everybody did) and I got us some eggs, some milk, and day old bread. I walked back, cooked breakfast, and then we slipped under the covers again and stayed there for the rest of the day, reading and listening to the trees outside crack and split. I never told her the food was stolen, but she figured it had to be: it tasted so good she knew it couldn’t be ours.



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