1.
It
was
the
way
the
wind
tugged
at
her
scarf
and
made
her
aware
of
it's
hold
around
her
neck,
that
the
world
could
mess
with
her without
her
permission,
uninvited,
that
she
held
onto
the
edges
the
scarf
without
thinking
about
it
much.
She
walked
with
a
briskness
that
meant
nothing
about
getting
anywhere
on
time
since
nothing
she
did
was
important.
It
wasn't
like
the
grocery
store
was
waiting
anxiously
for
her,
it
wasn't
like
she'd
be
missed
or
as
if
she
had
an
appointment
and
must
arrive
on
time. 2.
I
was
the
way,
tugging
at
her
scarf,
making
her
aware
of
my
hold
around
her
neck.
She
could
mess
with
herself
that
way,
without
permission,
with
the
invited
arrival
of
the
other
pronouns.
She,
I,
we,
they.
What
was
so
brisk
about
her
walk
that
meant
nothing,
meant
anywhere,
any
time?
Nothing
we
do
together
is
important
or
historical.
We,
an
apparition
unlike
the
grocery
store,
conveniently
missed.
Arrive
on
time.
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