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his face is unfamiliar. it's unfamiliar. i came to the conclusion i shouldn't trust him.
"take my hand," he said.
i spoke truthfully: "i don't know you."
suddenly, his face twisted and contorted; his eyes never left mine, translating every emotion he felt through his icy stare. my mouth felt dry.
"take my hand," he said, this time as a demand.
so, i grabbed his hand. to where? he guided me.
every step pained me. my shoes were very thin, doing nothing to protect me against the inches of snow.
you could say it was winter. the sky was dim, and the weather was brutal. it casted a weary spell on my town. the faces of its residents showed clearly their distaste for nature's unforgiving actions, but that was them. if it weren't for these shoes and this strange man, i would've quite enjoyed it.
