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One of the caretakers said everyone will come back tomorrow. I am a bit excited to hear this. I will be able to meet the people who have occupied my room. There is snow on the grounds. I made some footprints in the snow. I couldn't feel the chill which sadden me a little. I saw a person. He was made of snow. I tried to talk to him but he didn't speak to me. He stood really still and didn't say a word to me. These snow people creatures seem to be rude. They don't say a word to me and I was really polite to them. They are still outside in the cold. I wonder what they do in their spare time?