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Chapter 32: the avalanche III
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2020-08-04 18:07:44I was frightened and dismayed at all that had just happened, shaken up with a prevalent numbness from the tip of my fingers in anxiety. 'There was no one with me', I repeated the thought with the news shocking and horrifying to myself as the night enshrined the earth with only the stars and the moon illuminating the vicinity like always.
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