[CITY STREET - OUTSIDE THE GROCERY STORE, AFTERNOON]The automatic doors slid shut behind Wendy and the afternoon sun landed full on her face.She hitched the paper bag higher on her hip and tightened her grip on her purse, and the sleeves of the jacket slid down over her hands. She pushed them back to her wrists. They fell again before she'd finished walking to the curb.The jacket hung off her shoulders and the sleeves ended past her fingertips. It had been draped over the back of her couch since the morning the biker walked out of her apartment, and for three days she had walked past it and said she was keeping it safe until it could be returned. On Tuesday she'd pulled it on to carry the trash downstairs. She had not taken it off since, except to shower and sleep.It smelled like leather and engine oil. When the wind lifted the collar, something warmer came up from underneath that she couldn't name, and she tugged the lapels closer against her jaw without deciding to.She hadn't s
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