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... irst thing. The cold, seeping through the tile, pressing against her cheek. Everything else came after. The ache in her joints, the crust on her eyelids, the way her hoodie had stiffened with something she didn’t want to think about.
She’d made it home.
She didn’t remember the train. Didn’t remember unlocking the door or kicking off her shoes or collapsing in the kitchen instead of the three extra steps to her futon.
But she’d made it.
The light through the window ...
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