[The last thing they remember, they were warm in bed with their other brothers. Now they are two, and for reasons beyond their comprehension they are waking up in a snowbank.
The sun is bright, the snow is wet, and the frigid air seeps into their bones.]
Raphie, I'm - I'm cold.
C-c’mon, Donnie. [He latches onto his brother’s hand and starts
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