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A small gold necklace dangles straight down from her neck, twisting back and forth in the dashboard light. I can see it is a cross. Two gold, female angels sit on the horizontal beam of the same cross, their bare feet dangling off like children sitting on a swing, their hands clasped together across the apex. It is strangely mesmerizing with the snow falling all around me.
Trauma Room Two
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