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

to leave before anyone could reject him.

I approached slowly.

“What is the cat’s name?”

“Margie.”

“Is she friendly?”

I handed him a blanket.

“She’ll fit in here.”

Walter stared at me.

“You sure?”

The question carried more than he intended.

Why are you helping?

Why do I matter?

Why should one cold life interrupt the comfort of everyone already inside?

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