It’s cold. People are starting to huddle their shoulders inward against the chill. I sit down on a bench next to a woman with her legs stretched out and her thin ankles crossed. She’s wearing flat red sandals. She sees me looking at them. “Not giving in yet,” I say. “Nope,” she says. “I’m the last man standing.”
Kio Stark
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