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Submitted to Contest #178
December 15th, 2007. Nuremburg, Germany. I’m walking down a row of wooden stalls with candy-cane striped roofs. The smell of roasted sugar, pine needles, and bratwurst is overwhelming. Around us, the air is filled with joyful shouts, children playing, and carols. But I feel removed from it, far away, my eyes locked on my phone screen. “Let’s see it.” Emmerich puts his arm around me, leaning in. I lower my phone. I know it’s not fair to Emmerich to be so distracted tonight, not when he was so excited to bring me to the Christmas market....
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