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Blowing on my numb hands while descending a flight of stairs at the subway entrance. I purchase a token, place it in the slot and push myself through the turnstile. Encouraged by the warm look in her eyes. “Why don’t you take off your coat,” she says in a voice that seems too low and theatrical, lying languidly on a daybed covered with small silk pillows. Perhaps it’s the dim light in the room but her voice had a stronger resonance when I asked her for the time as she walked by the park bench I was sitting on two days ago. |
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