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KRISTY LIPTON TRUDGED home from the bus stop, feeling utterly exhausted. The Canadian winter had awoken with a vengeance, and although it was only October there were already twenty centimetres of snow on the ground. The precipitation had come so unexpectedly, beautiful fat snowflakes that accumulated so quickly on the ground that everyone had been caught unprepared. Kristy had been in panic mode ever since leaving work. The bus she usually caught right outside her Montreal office building never showed up. She had huddled in the freezing cold and waited for forty-five minutes hoping that it was merely delayed. Then watched in horror as cars skidded into each other due to the slickness and vehicles were left abandoned in the roadways.

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