Firebird, Chapter 13

This is post #13 of 13 in the series “Firebird”

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“Whose are these?”

The baggy grey sweatpants had a tight waist and a short leg—made for someone smaller than Mieshka. The t-shirt, also grey, hung off her shoulders like a bedsheet. It was so big that she barely managed to get the lettering–“UMSW”–to stay across her front. She pulled at the shirt, picking the collar away from her shoulder.

“Top one’s Buck’s, bottom...