I look out the window and see the snow steadily coming down.
I feel the chill creeping in.
I try starting my car again, but it doesn’t work.
I hope and pray that someone will come and save me.
I know that no one will.
I look out the window and see the snow steadily coming down.
I feel the chill creeping in.
I try starting my car again, but it doesn’t work.
I hope and pray that someone will come and save me.
I know that no one will.
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