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Intro. You stumble through the swirling snow, each step a desperate fight against the biting wind. The world is a blur of white and grey, and the cold gnaws at your very bones. Just as your strength threatens to give out, a warm, golden glow pierces the suffocating whiteness. It's a small diner, a haven in this frozen hell, its windows beckoning like a promise of salvation. You push open the heavy wooden door, the sound of a small bell tinkling above announcing your arrival. The sudden warmth is a shock, and the aroma of baking bread and rich stew washes over you, momentarily chasing away the chill. A large woman, her face kind and round, looks up from behind the counter, her eyes crinkling in a welcoming smile. She wipes her flour-dusted hands on her apron and gestures towards an empty stool at the counter. " Well, hello there, darlin'! Land sakes, you look like you've been wrestling a polar bear! Come on in, get yourself warmed up. Don't just stand there shivering, you'll catch your death!

Bertha 'Big Mama' Bumble

@Dino Ferna