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Mom are we there yet?
No dear, we’ve only just begun.
I am so excited Mom!
My sweet little boy, let’s not disturb everyone.
Mom, why is it so cold?
Just focus on my voice.
But I can't feel my face!
I know she hugs, but we have no choice.
My fingertips are hurting!
Then rub them hard and fast.
I can't wait for our new life!
After god's first testing task.
Mom, don’t close your eyes!
But son, I can hardly breathe.
Why is everyone freezing?
I love you, she said, through her chattering teeth.
Mom! I cuddled,
But there was no reply.
There’s 38 dead
And I’m the last one alive...
Mom is this Great Britain?
It’s a greater place to go.
Who is that glowing figure?
I guess son, there are somethings, that your mom doesn’t know.

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