She wondered what she was doing. She had been walking for hours and her feet were starting to blister. But she couldn’t stop walking. She was being driven by an outside force. She was feverish with need. She had to find the truth. Although, such a thing was a myth. An urban legend. A yeti.
She paused and touched her lips as if she were silencing her chaotic thoughts. The trees were bare. The snow was dirty. She crossed the street and entered the building. She sat down next to him, rubbing her legs. She asked him for the truth. But he did not answer. She sat for another 20 minutes and then continued on her journey.
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