What’s that saying about flailing against the inevitable? That’s not it. Something about going all in cuz you know it’s over.
Whatever. What’s that got to do with us? We need to get the hell outta here before we can’t. The snow’s . . . What? . . . 6 inches? Let’s go.
Nope. I’m not gonna budge. I paid good money, $673.42 a night for three nights. I’m gonna get what I paid for. Nature. Quiet. Snow!
You go. Go ahead, if you want. . . . I’m making eggs. You in?
Ryan closed the door and climbed on the ATV. He left a spume trail and silence.
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