That night

And the snow continued to drift down into the melting pot of Hell as the girl crossed the street, shivering and chilled to the bone, walking her desolate path alone. It fell in a steady rhythm and her heart tried to adjust, beat slower and in tune. Crossing the night, she stepped over the threshold where Day could not comfort her and drifted fitfully to sleep. Alone and unsure of what she wanted, she fell asleep craving the right human touch.

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