The weather's gone cold. Without wood to heat her rented room, the walls feel clammy. But the cough has weakened her and she can't face the four flights down to get wood. Besides, it costs to buy wood. It's easier to reach for the vodka
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As our car pulled around the circle, she stood there on the sidewalk, as always, holding small bunches of autumn crocuses, selling them for pittance. She always caught my eye, as she looked just like my grandmother.
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