The winds outside the shed seemed to pick up in speed and intensity as the temperatures dropped by a decent margin once more. I was starting to lose feeling in my extremities as I relied on my eyes to guide my leg to where they needed to fvcking go. With the loss of feeling came the loss of control as I visibly saw my leg practically kicking Mathilde on the shins, my mind trying desperately to not panic as the stoic woman simply refused to wake up.
'C'mon!' My lips moved with barely restrained intent as I was starting to debate just leaving the door and shaking the sleeping beauties to wake them up myself. 'We're gonna freeze to death, you fvcks!'
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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