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They walked in silence, onward, through the tundra. Sixty of their men had fallen and now it was just Young and Gianinni. At last they came to their hut. Young didn’t hold the door for Gianinni - walking alone together through hours of cold had clearly created some hostility. Inside, the warmth was tangible. Gianinni had neglected to shut the second door, so Young went back to close it. It was tough, but she was a tough gal.
They were at last about to part, when, “Wait,” said Gianinni, “you must return these boots-”
“No, you must return them yourself,” said Young, “For no boots will I carry.”
The boots had served her well, and after months of calluses, blisters, and torn feet, she returned them to their rightful owner, full of puss and blood. Oh! What a tale they had to tell! Later.
They were at last about to part, when, “Wait,” said Gianinni, “you must return these boots-”
“No, you must return them yourself,” said Young, “For no boots will I carry.”
The boots had served her well, and after months of calluses, blisters, and torn feet, she returned them to their rightful owner, full of puss and blood. Oh! What a tale they had to tell! Later.