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By fall of 2021, the pandemic is gasping its last. Everything fun was back on the table.
Bart pushed himself away from the keyboard with a satisfied grin.
“Honey, you’ll never guess where we’re going for our anniversary.”
On December tenth, they were riding a snow tractor to the lodge at the top of the mountain.
“Bart, I knew there was a good reason why I married you. You promised grand adventure and here we are.”
Marnie and Bart snuggled close in their parkas.
Their first– and anniversary – day snow-shoeing, Marnie slipped and fell down the mountain.
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