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A ski tripThe icy wind made my legs feel like two huge popsicles. My body was screaming, demanding me to let go, lie down and die. Yet, my brain refused to accept the inevitable. I couldn't remember how long I had been skiing, but knew that I was hopelessly out of civilization's comfortable sphere."Hanging in there, buddy?" The voice was familiar; it was Jane. Her grinning face appeared from the tormenting storm of snow and ice. I wanted to beat her down, bury her in the neverending snow and shout to her ear that we were dead for sure. Didn't she realize that we'd soon freeze to death and become parts of this barren landscape of Lapland? Nevertheless, I put on a brave face and exclaimed that I was OK. What a lie it was. A few hundred meters forward and I was done. All I could do was to lie on my back and stare at the ghostly northern lights in the sky. This was the end, period. Then I heard Jane again. "You're such a wuss, Pete! Five kilometers of cross-country skiing and you look like you have run a marathon! Come on, get up. Tomorrow we'll do double the distance." I sighed. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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