IN A FOGGY DAY I COULD DRIVE GOOD BECAUSE I HAD KEPT THE ROAD IN MY MIND. A LOT OF FOG SPREAD ON ALL SIGHT OF THE STREETS AND ROADS BECAUSE THIS WINTER WAS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT. I DROVE IN THE HEART OF DARKNESS BY MYSELF HELPED BY GOD'S ASSISTANCE. IT WAS DIFFICULT TO FOCUS ON THINGS AMID A WINTRY DAY IN A FOGGY DAY. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS TO GET INTO SAM'S STORE.
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