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The signed form took place in a small banquet hall, on the fourth floor of the civic building. Amy had to wait in line all day to sign it. By the time she got to the front of the line her feet had gone numb with the cold. The heat was, like in every other building, defunct.
"Name?" asked the lady with the red hair.
"Claire Yups," she replied.
(She never gave her real name at these things.)