The storm

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The storm came quickly. Faster than I expected actually. The wind outside was dreadful. The whole world was covered in the soft white blanket of snow. There was a blizzard outside. The wind was howling, the snow was pounding on my door, and unfortunly the lights were out. It was a horrible day. But for us we almost froze. I should say we live in the woods, and when I say we I mean me and my two sisters. The people in the town got it good because they have better electricity and all that fun stuff. So right now as I type we sit huddled under pounds of blankets. As you may be thinking how do we have blankets if we live in the woods? Well we make trade with the local huntsman. Yes odd right. Me and my twin sister are 23 and our little sister is 7.

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