The White silequette

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As I saw the foot prints,the weather was blowing a mini blizzard at me like a warning.I just stood still looking at the mark on the fresh snow with weary eyes also half blinded by the smoggy white winds in my face.I heard a crunch as if someone stepping in thick snow.I looked up and saw a light gray figure of a tall boy with a large hooked cane slowly walking toward me.I didn't know what to do.again I stood there not moving.then the boy comes into view.

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