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Mark eased off the gas as the first heavy snowflakes hit the windshield of his Ford F-150 pickup truck. It was still just flurries, but the radio kept repeating the same warning. There was a winter storm moving in fast, with eight to twelve inches of snow expected by midnight and maybe more. He checked the dash clock. It said 1:51 p.m. He did the math. If he moved quickly he could still sweep the chimney, clean the firebox, haul in enough wood, and be headed home by four-thirty. That should be just in time to beat the storm. He’d … Read more