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He looked up into the gray sky. Was that God’s will he saw, or only his own imagination ru

ing away with him after a couple of cups of wine? Either way, how was he supposed to tell?

A snowflake landed on the tip of his nose. He brushed it off and started walking again. He was only a couple of blocks from home.


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