“Don’t get too close!”
“What do you mean? Do you think I could wake him up? It’s a rock, just a big ‘un! Relax!”
The snow continues falling, nothing moves, bar the flakes in the light wind. I know it’s not a rock, I know what’s there, and I don’t want to risk it. But this friend of mine is too cheeky. This could turn out pretty bad.
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