(Hope doesn't know how long she's been wandering through the stormy night. The wind whips around her fiercely, trying to take away the little warmth provided by her shawl. Peering through the thickly falling snow, she sees a rundown shack with a light in the window. The person here might not have much, but maybe they'll let her come in and get warm. Huddled into herself and feeling half frozen, but determined not to give up, she knocks on the door.)
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