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A woman lies dozing on a sofa, facing an empty room. Her back is against the cushions and her head is on an old pillow with her arm shoved underneath it to lift it to the appropriate height. It must be about 1 o’clock. The gas heater turns itself off with a click and a sigh. It is still cold in the house but she cannot justify turning it back on. So she pulls the cotton throw up closer to her chin and bunches up her legs to cradle her smooth round belly. The sofa creaks. Her thoug...
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