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waste time

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was maybe fifty yards. Right

fourth tree back into the fire'

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the call. S

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and red, pumping out he

goggles and thick gloves, set them near the fire to warm up, then-still shak

cks that looked more like con

unc

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ies. Carbs. Fuel

hit her stomach, warmth finally started spreading

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n crash hit he

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jolted her awake just

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feathery flakes had tapered

fuel back in the tank, then step

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now boots. N

endless white dista

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was still

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to w

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w hours, she be

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numbers in her inventory-that feeling was hard to describe. S

nd dissolved into particles, Riley just collapsed

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val resource. Can be used

ty u

in the campfire. Her day's wor

wood burned

front of her. Felt the heat on her f

undred

full

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ugh fuel stockpiled

rs, unless she actively chose to die, no

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if she was going to survive long-term, s

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