# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

mother lay beneath a sheet.

I tightened my grip on the dog.

“Not tonight,” I said.

The animal’s head rested against my shoulder.

“None of us are dying tonight.”

The nearest heated place I knew was a twenty-four-hour laundromat three blocks east.

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