# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

slept wherever the cold offered me a little mercy, but that night mercy was running out fast.

The temperature had dropped below zero, every shelter was full before sunset, and the church basement on Hennepin had locked its doors after the evening meal.

I cut through a vacant lot behind an old auto shop because the wind was worse along the main road.

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