| It's freezing, as I pace through the icy snow, biting my fingers even though they're in gloves, because I'm still thinking about him. | |
| I should have been able to forget about it by now. But how could I? I mean he is my brother after all | |
| I looked back to the open erea behind me, saw that nobody is following and push forward for the tree line infront of me. I felt tired, but somehow I cept a good pace. It is going to be dark soon. |
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