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December 21, 2010
My snowman died today.
He would of melted eventually but he was broken.
I pulled open my curtains to find him smashed. Burning eyes.
I didn't want to know what happened.
My efforts smashed.
I wasn't angry, just upset.
Then a knock on my door. A familiar face.
An apology and chocolate bar. I was never angry just upset.
I tried to build a new one but I did not want to make the effort again.
It was night anyway.
I never thought I would know who killed my snowman. Now I do, it still doesn't seem important. Not really.