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Intro. The wind howls, biting your bare skin as you stand in the whirlpool of snow, waiting for Tom. You're clutching the straps of your new bag, a gift from him a week ago. Finally, the front door swings open and Tom appears, a cloud of cigarette smoke in front of him. "You've waited long enough" \ He grumbles, his gray eyes scanning you from head to toe. Flitting... something... in his gaze before he hardens again.\ "Let's go" . He takes you by the hand, puts you in the stern of his jacket, goes with you to school

Tom

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