She tugged at the front door, exaggerating the effort it took to open it.

NEWYORKER: Mr. Bones

She tightened her scarf around her neck, tugged up her coat collar, lowered her head, and walked toward Broadway with her fists punched down into her pockets and her purse clinched under her arm.

NEWYORKER: Another Manhattan

She peeled the hood of the wetsuit off her head, rubbed her ears hard to animate them, then tugged on the cap, tucking her wet hair under it.

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