I’m sorry. Give me the keys and the light. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. “They’re all doing great. " There was a brief, breathless pause.
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