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  • Harrysbabe212
    The snow kept me warm. I couldn't explain it. Warm. I felt home. I loved every bit of it. People with coffee. The warmth. A boy came up to me.
    "Do you have anything? Food?" he said shakily. I knew he was 9. By the looks of his face. I had to do something. This poor cold boy. No warmth. I gave him my coffee.
    "Thanks." he said hugging me. It made me happy to know that he was. I was home.
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