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Snowed in. 

Deep in the mountains, the storm approached quickly, blustering against every nook and crevice, attacking the world with a malicious kind of cold that could only be described as absolutely painful. The inhabitants did the best they could, leaving for airports early, attaching snow tires and fleeing to lower elevations, but by the time the evening rolled around, and Main Street was a ghost town, there was no possible way anyone else was leaving, and all that remained were those who knew how to weather such storms.

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Are you all aware of this? @coeurdastronaute has been writing a story a day leading up to Christmas.  They’re wonderful, as always.