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door, pushes it with all her might, the
steel no match for her resolve. It’s cold
outside, the middle of winter always is.
The coat she snagged from one of the
nurse's lockers in the changing room does
nothing to warm her. It is dark, the kind
of dense blackness of a starless night.
The wind howls around her, shouting at
her for what she's doing, accusing her of
the vilest of things. Her feet ache from
the cold of the concrete, but it doesn't
