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Shiverby Rachel Brandt"Wake up. Come on. Its time to get up."His voice is sweet and softMr brother stands beside hima twin born thirty years lateHe is bundled in mittens,scarf and jacket.It is cold outsidethe air, still and frigidNo streetlightpitch black"Careful , don't trip."My breath comes out insharp misty clouds before meLying down, the concrete below me is solidflat. Like a frozen lake in ...
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