A blizzard was upon us. White, chunks of frozen rain hurried towards me. My golden brown, waist length hair whipped like energetic party streamers. I was chilled down to the bones, my battery was low, and I needed to refuel, ‘wouldn’t a sandwich and soup be nice?’ I thought to myself. I dragged my frosted feet, that were hibernated in my soft brown uggs, to the warm arms of my house. I snuggled down into a lush, comfy blanket, I sipped my soup, and relaxed.
-Pene
-100 WC Week 12
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