Finally, I could not breathe inside it anymore.
So I put on my thickest coat, wrapped a scarf around my neck, and pulled on my only good winter boots.
They were old but sturdy, black leather with fleece lining, the kind of boots I had bought after slipping on hospital steps three winters earlier. They had carried me through icy parking lots, double shifts, and late-night walks home when the bus was delayed.
I did not know where I was going.
I just needed to move.
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