Every time the door opened, a belch of icy air would rush in. I sat behind the counter, looking at the multicolored lotto tickets beneath the glass, the neatly stacked cases of pop at the end of the aisle, the headlights outside the window, moving slow and careful on the snowy road. Anything [...]


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