A tattered coat

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Reads 198
Votes 7
Parts 1
Time <5 mins

I slowly ventured outside the cold tunnel where I had spent the last few weeks hiding with my family. It was colder outside than it was in there, I pulled my scarf tighter over my mouth to block out the stale air. The sky was depressingly grey, my older brother Thomas pushed away the rubble that was blocking part of the entrance.
    
    
    
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WW2
Sat, Sep 6, 2014

I slowly ventured outside the cold tunnel where I had spent the last few weeks hiding with my family. It was colder outside than it was in there, I pulled my scarf tighter over my mouth to block out the stale air. The sky was depressingly grey, my older brother Thomas pushed away the rubble that was blocking part of the entrance.
    
    
    
    *SHORT STORY*
    
    This is a short story because yolo

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