the grocery store, and the wind yanked the receipt from my hand. The piece of paper had fluttered to the ground. Being a good citizen who didn’t litter, I bent down to pick it up. Right as I grabbed the receipt, a gust of wind blew my scarf and tangled it around the cart wheel, yanking me hard. I stumbled toward the ground, letting go of the cart handle to grab my scarf with both hands, struggling to free myself as it tightened around my throat. Boy, would that have been a horrible way to die, or what? Instead, the cart picked up a little speed now that I wasn’t holding onto it, and its
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How she dies
