It was lighter outside, although the sun was nowhere to be seen. White flakes were break-dancing in the fierce, twirling wind like whirling dervishes in this fog of fear. It was snowing like hell, is basically what I'm trying to say.
Hunger struck me in the gut, like a baboon ninja. I had just awakened and it was 11:30 A.M. "Ugh!" I cried.
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ps. this isn't sarcastic.
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