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"Stop wriggling," said a voice closer at hand. "Or I will drop you."
Sarah, her hands and feet chilled, her ears burning and the shawl she'd wrapped around her shoulders to run from the house to the barn somewhere around her middle, didn't want to fall to the snowy ground. Tiny shards of ice would bite into her skin. "You could throw a blanket over me," she suggested, her own voice sounding thin and frightened. "I'm cold."
They laughed at her.
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"Stop wriggling," said a voice closer at hand. "Or I will drop you."
Sarah, her hands and feet chilled, her ears burning and the shawl she'd wrapped around her shoulders to run from the house to the barn somewhere around her middle, didn't want to fall to the snowy ground. Tiny shards of ice would bite into her skin. "You could throw a blanket over me," she suggested, her own voice sounding thin and frightened. "I'm cold."
They laughed at her.
