#25220 - He rounded a corner and a few heavy steps later found the open door. Straying just a degree or two led Kevin through marsh and swampland; the icy mud soaked the bottoms of his jeans and slurped into his boots where his thermal socks acted like a sponge, soaking as much of the black glutinous liquid as it could hold. Are they dry? She asked, knowing the answer.
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