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Then I stood on our balcony, my hands gripping the cold metal balustrade above my head.
NEWYORKER: Naima
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But now I let my arm fall to the side of my cot, and I touched with my fingers the cold metal of the carbine cradled in its rack above the flooring.
NEWYORKER: Rat Beach
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For Robert Kraft it all started in 1971 on the cold, hard metal benches of a sad-sack football stadium in Foxboro, Mass.
FORBES: Unlikely Dynasty