After we all ate our snowcones, the snow once again came down heavily like cotton pillows and it was starting to pile up on the cabin roof.
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Two days have passed and the snow hasn't slowed down.
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It was such a shock that I wet myself.
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And to make matters worse, it was Thanksgiving tomorrow!
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And it will be the day before Thanksgiving yesterday. Time was nothing more than a massless pretzel. We were finally going faster than the speed of light.