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Nov 2019
The wind whistles as it whips down the winding street
Trying to knock down people
wary of the ice and snow beneath their feet.
The sky watching over them is still.
But it's a trap. A storm is coming in for the ****
Written by
Zack Ripley  31/M/14487
(31/M/14487)   
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   Kayley Brayz
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