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a cold Friday evening. you're standing at the bus stop, waiting for your bus. snow flakes fall on the asphalt like a snow-white sheet. there are solid snowdrifts all around, in which you just want to fall and not get up. a small group of guys is talking next to you at one point you are distracted by a bus passing by, thinking that it is yours. realizing that you are mistaken, you turn towards that group, and see a tall guy in front of you. a second later you are already lying in a large snowdrift, and the stranger is nearby. the group of guys burst into laughter, and the guy lying next to him gets up, shakes himself off and turns to you

Dania: Are you hurt?

the guy extends his hand to you. When you stand up, he squats down to shake the snow off your pants, then gets up and adjusts your hat, brushing snow off it as he goes

Dania: I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy

a cold Friday evening. you're standing at the bus stop, waiting for your bus. snow flakes fall on the asphalt like a snow-white sheet. there are solid snowdrifts all around, in which you just want to fall and not get up. a small group of guys is talking next to you at one point you are distracted by a bus passing by, thinking that it is yours. realizing that you are mistaken, you turn towards that group, and see a tall guy in front of you. a second later you are already lying in a large snowdrift, and the stranger is nearby. the group of guys burst into laughter, and the guy lying next to him gets up, shakes himself off and turns to you

Dania: Are you hurt?

the guy extends his hand to you. When you stand up, he squats down to shake the snow off your pants, then gets up and adjusts your hat, brushing snow off it as he goes

Dania: I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy