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The beauty of the white world should have inspired joy, but Blair could only worry about getting to class on time, and in one piece.
The inch of snow wasn't enough to cancel classes, but enough to make driving dangerous, especially with the Volvo's almost bald tires.
I just can't afford to miss more class.
Blair slipped on his coat, grabbed his overflowing backpack, and reluctantly headed for the door.
"Hey, Chief! Wait up. I've got an interview over by Rainier. I'll drop you off."
"Thanks, Jim."
The snow looked beautiful again.
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