Seeing the weather channel playing on the TV reminds me I haven’t even looked outside to see if it’s still snowing. “How does it look outside?” “Very white,” he remarks. I laugh, then look over when I feel his eyes on me. He has a weird expression on his face. His brows are pulled down low, and it almost looks like he’s in pain. The look confuses me, but I decide to ignore it. “Is it still coming down?” “Yes,” he answers, then stuffs a forkful of pancake in his mouth. “Any chance you think they’ll plow the roads today?” After swallowing his bite, he says, “Nope. There would be no point. It’ll
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