I stopped in my path as I was walking down the street that night. It was getting bitterly cold, and across the street was a nice, thick blanket; The night was dead and silent, so there was no need to check for traffic.
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I stopped in my path as I was walking down the street that night. It was getting bitterly cold, and across the street was a nice, thick blanket; The night was dead and silent, so there was no need to check for traffic.