It was three o'clock in the morning on November 30th. The snow had fallen earlier that day, so the night was brighter than usual-- the moon had set, but the stars made pinholes through the sky. The crisp scent of freshly fallen snow stung my nostrils and made my lungs burn. My stolen cafeteria tray in my hands, I trudged through the eight
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