alpacinou
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- Joined
- Sep 30, 2019
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- Native Language
- Persian
- Home Country
- Iran
- Current Location
- Iran
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Jane kept her eyes on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel. Snowflakes came down almost horizontally, scratching against the window of the Range Rover. The car moved with difficulty on the snow-coated road. Patrick tried to keep a cool face but was terrified. "What a night to go out," he said. "You are weird, Jane."
"Don't be a wuss," she responded. "Driving on snowy nights is fun. I do it all the time." She pulled up the turn signal, and pulled over.
Patrick's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
"Come on! Get out of the car! I want to show you something," she yelled over the roar of the snow storm.
They trudged in the mist-shrouded plateau and reached a bench that overlooked the entire city. "Come on! Let's sit here," she said.
"There is ice on the bench, Jane," he said. The growl of the snowy wind enveloped him.
She grabbed a small boulder and smashed it on the bench, breaking the ice. She then used her hand to scatter the pieces of ice. "There!" she said taking a seat, gazing into the horizon.
The black ribbon of the river bisected two sprawls of light stretching all the way to the foot of rocky hills. She never thought an unforgiving city would look so beautiful from distance.
Jane kept her eyes on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel. Snowflakes came down almost horizontally, scratching against the window of the Range Rover. The car moved with difficulty on the snow-coated road. Patrick tried to keep a cool face but was terrified. "What a night to go out," he said. "You are weird, Jane."
"Don't be a wuss," she responded. "Driving on snowy nights is fun. I do it all the time." She pulled up the turn signal, and pulled over.
Patrick's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
"Come on! Get out of the car! I want to show you something," she yelled over the roar of the snow storm.
They trudged in the mist-shrouded plateau and reached a bench that overlooked the entire city. "Come on! Let's sit here," she said.
"There is ice on the bench, Jane," he said. The growl of the snowy wind enveloped him.
She grabbed a small boulder and smashed it on the bench, breaking the ice. She then used her hand to scatter the pieces of ice. "There!" she said taking a seat, gazing into the horizon.
The black ribbon of the river bisected two sprawls of light stretching all the way to the foot of rocky hills. She never thought an unforgiving city would look so beautiful from distance.
