I can't believe I used his word. Vaguely, he knew what had happened. and the Sunshine Band on this one, even though they will all tell you RIR-DS (rock is rolling, disco sucks): that's the way they like it. The pulpers stored cut logs or pieces of equipment beneath them until spring.
There were more fuck-me-Freddy days. 'Goodbye, boys,' he said. For a moment they were still, and then oh dear Christ they began to dig. Still gripping Freddy's shoulder, he pointed ahead, where the access road disappeared into a wall of white: the snow.
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