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her mail slot. He wondered how much had made its way inside her bare apartment and had melted on the floor, leaving a dark puddle. He touched the envelope through his coat and knew the roads would be slick and dangerous; he’d have to drive slowly, taking each turn carefully, trying to keep the Chrysler from skidding off Niagara Street. Then, after slipping the envelope through the uncovered slot, he’d head home, hold Val so close he could feel her heart beat against his chest, and whisper in her ear the story of three men and an old bottle of wine. ■


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