The second time I stopped with one glove in my hand, searching through my bag
for the other, Kate immediately knew to begin retracing our steps.
Kr: "No-- I think I have it."
Ka: "No you don't."
She bent over to pick up the lonely little glove I'd dropped for the second time that day.
Kr: "I've gotta get one of those strings of yarn with safety pins to thread through my sweater."
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