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Wind roared round the corner, shoving cold, clammy hands under my red coat. We’d rushed out of school so quickly I hadn’t had a chance to button up and now I was afraid to let go of Dad’s hand, ripped away by the current of people. Just in case, I kept my eyes on the street signs.I lost count when I saw the man on the other side of Broadway. He was staring at a shop window, a tear in the human flow around him, his milk gray hair sailing side to side in the wind. As we were about to pass, his eyes, also grey, went big and round.‘Burton. Burto...
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