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Maybe we have a chance
The ship was buried so deeply in snow that I could never muster enough strength to dig my way out. As time went on, my body grew weaker, and I knew my chances were dwindling. I resigned myself to my fate, living day by day. But now, maybe there’s a chance with you here. Perhaps there’s still hope.” Carl nodded solemnly, determined not to let John spend another day trapped.
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