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Hiding in the darkness of my room, I peered out through the frosty window. His portly silhouette was visible in the moonlight. He stood at the edge of the yard, longingly gazing up at the house. Was he looking at me? I shuddered as I pulled the downy comforter up to my chin. Stupid snowman.
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