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Quietly stomping through several inches of snow, our heroine mumbles slight profanities under her breath – that cursed Murphey’s Law. Why did that white jerk have it out for her anyway? Her skirt ends are heavy with remnants of slush and salt – imprinting a delicate pattern of white stains on the cloth. Canadian winters made her angry – so angry that her body was never quite cold – always being heated by internal seething. If she were in a warmer climate, she might be internally combusted.

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