January 1995
It was December break, and snow was everywhere. The park was covered in a thick sheet of fluffy porcelain. It looked like a fairy tale, especially with the large castle-like igloos. The streets, however, were a different story. The cars drove through the slushy snow and the चीनी मिटटी, चीनी मिट्टी के बरतन turned a nasty grayish color, the pollution discoloring it. The two kids preferred the fairy tale.
They played around in the snow, throwing snowballs and making snow angels.
They eventually overtook one of the igloos, and hid inside for quite some time; hiding from their parents. They sat at the very...
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