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The Less Grey - The Penned Sleuth Short Story Podcast - 013



https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/blog/the-less-grey ​The snow fell gently on our heads. I could feel it slowly melt through my beanie into my hair, chilling me to the bone. My brother was trying to make a fire. It was painful to watch. He was just poking a big stick with a little stick. The result? A sound that that was causing me to twitch like a psychopath after too much coffee. Ah, coffee...I missed the stuff. Honestly, I would gladly twitch like a psychopath if I had a pot of coffee in my stomach.