Carissa McBride
English 1
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12-22-16
As I was walking outside with my face as bright as a tomato, from the freezing cold smacking my face. I made my way to a enormous white hill. I then come upon a slim piece of wood, on the peak of the hill. As I sit down, the slick snow started moving me. I raced down the white slick, smooth hill, when white fluffy coldness started brushing up against my face, then it
