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1 " The dull bell the hanger made of her closet as she pulled her jumper from the thin wire shoulders which sprang up and off the closet rod and clattered down the back wall to the floor. She left the hanger lying on the boards, its twisted wire neck rounding into a hook which circled a kitten of dust whose white grayness reminded her of a puffball she had once blown that lofted in tact from its stem to the cement of the sidewalk. "
― Michelle Latiolais ,