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She ran hurriedly from one room to the other with her toddler attached to her hip. He was whimpering and repeating "jews...jews..." urgently. Finally, she understood...Juice.
She stood motionless beside the railroad. A suitcase in one hand and a battered traveling hat in the other. She blew out a deep breath, the warmth of it mixing with the frigid air. Snow began to fall silently, tickling her nose as she waited for the train. Her departure was eminent, and she was ready.
Friends can be flakes. Not the good kind either. Not the snowy kind that tickles your nose as you hide your face in a scarf on Christmas Eve. Or the kind that warms your mouth as you bite into a pastry. No, the bad kind. The kind that leave you alone when you need them most. Most of the time though, friends are better than biscuits or snow.
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