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Submitted to Contest #335
He was walking somewhere with his little son, feeling in a bad mood. In one hand, he held his son’s small hand; in the other, a bag with some things.Sleet was falling. It was cold. Water was seeping into his boots. From a rusty awning, an icy drop fell on his neck and slid down his back.The wind howled between the buildings, carrying with it the distant, muffled sounds of traffic and, now and then, the faint jingle of bells from some nearby shop. His son’s cheeks were red from the cold, and the boy skipped along beside him, chattering quietl...
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