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So, sometime in December Melania just picked up and left, wearing her best sneakers but carrying the scantest of possessions in a plain plastic bag. It was a relief just to sit and contemplate the winter passersby, the beards, the toques, the hoodies. She had faith that the sparkly apples in the sidewalk tree were not about to turn orange. Life may not have been good, but it was seasonal. |
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