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Long Johns - A Flash Fiction
I hold my hands near the fireplace, warming them from iced numbness. "I miss my longjohns, the bright red wool ones with the fold-down back flap."John laughs. "Mine were footies. Bright red, but no flap."Rufus nods, unwraps a bit of meat from a red cloth sack, slides it onto his stick, and hold