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The day of the explosion was one of the last frosty mornings of
spring. Alice sat with her forehead leaning against the window,
watching the scenery as it rocketed past. The new red branches of the
shrubs that lined the road were encrusted with delicate layers of ice,
which gave them the appearance of fiery gems in the glint of morning
sunlight- a blaze of winter Iames that roused the wrong kind of
memories inside her.
