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1 " deep, pine-scented breath and curl my frozen toes inside my boots. “Mostly. I don’t know. "
― Natalie D. Richards , Five Total Strangers
2 " A dozen snowflakes hit the road and all common sense pours directly out of drivers’ brains. Half of the people drive fifteen miles an hour and the other half weave in and out of lanes doing seventy-five. "
