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Book of the Dead
My sister wore a pink quilted coat that came to her knees. The rest of her body was covered with the usual things that hide the skin from the winter: mittens, boots, a thick hat, any and everything. She struggled to reach the doorbell until her mittened hand made contact with it. No one came to the door. She stretched her legs again, teetering
