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

out strange, closer to a cough.

“Of course,” I said.

The dog began to tremble inside the coat.

I looked through the glass at rows of silent machines, plastic chairs, and fluorescent lights switched off to save money.

Warmth existed six inches from us, but six inches of locked glass might as well have been an ocean.

I struck the door with my fist.

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