Walking home, I heard a crunch of snow under my feet as the trees guided my path displaying unique ornaments with a story behind each one; feeling like I had forgotten something, I breathed in the cold air walking closer to my worn down home, imagining the doors creaking and the boards squeaking when my pace gradually became faster when I saw in the distance shadows of unfamiliar company inside the glass, smashing my things with evil grins when I finally remembered what I had forgotten.
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