Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
February 18, 2015
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Hossein Mirzazadeh needed new shoes. The buying of the shoes themselves was a good adventure. He drove into downtown Seattle during his lunch break. There was a place that sold department-store items at a reduced price. The bustle of cities still made him think of Tehran, though it had been twenty-five years since he’d lived there. It was good to be a part of it. He could move within that city rhythm with familiarity.

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