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Chapter 1
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| Last night I saw snow for the first time. Looking down from my bedroom window was a soft orange blanket that coated every sharp object in the street, now so smooth that even the curbs blended into the roads like the bed sheets over my pillow. There was a strange silence that held me watching the snow flakes swirl around a street lamp. Looking up to the roof tops and over the muffled sky would somewhere be Santa on his sleigh with a very distant tinkling of bells, laughing joyously as he delivered his presents like action men that came down on parachutes, slowly floating left and right before disappearing through chimney pots. For tomorrow, I would have my very own little action man. |