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An autumn day
I hear the door creak as I step outside into the bitter cold. I can hear the vehicles in the distance speeding up and slowing down. I watch as a seagull flies over head. It cries like its feathers are being pulled out. I hear my boots cracking in the frost below them. The wind cuts by my ears, and they start to freeze. The chill was so bitter, I heard ringing. Once I hit grass it crunched under my feet. Jenaya and Gillian were babbling to their friends. It was a crisp cold morning in Winterpeg.

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