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Her duffelbag is heavier than it should be, as she moves out through the AirTrain lobby and onto the street. She feels slower than before. Weaker.
She feels light enough to spread her arms and soar up into the sky.
The number's still in her cellphone's immediate memory; it's the last number she called.
"Hello?"
She feels light enough to spread her arms and soar up into the sky.
The number's still in her cellphone's immediate memory; it's the last number she called.
"Hello?"