The night was indeed the night of the big snow of my fourth grade year. It was cold as it always was, and Pop had everyone sleep downstairs to ensure that everyone would be safe and warm near the fire. Brigetta and I still laugh about the incident of her bouncing my head like a basketball on the pillow because I wouldn’t wake-up. I had a few other incidents happen in that room long before I moved upstairs, but those are legends for another time. I hope you enjoy this tale and I will see you in the shadow~
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