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She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.
Was she an H? Was H “hers”? It could just as easily be “his”. Or “Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All

13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson


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