G. Crow

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The cold, unbearable. Her vision limited. “Help” her throat crackling from the chilling wind. She couldn’t understand where he could’ve gone when the hole is right in front of her. “Ill be right back” she said before delving into the woods. She wondered why all of a sudden he wanted to go fishing. He’d never went before and all of a sudden it came to her.

Feeling the warmth of his truck, that i...