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The Cold Wind Blew By The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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The woods howled in hollowed shrieks as the wind grew in strength and the rain seemingly grew colder by the moment. The strange weather destroyed any evidence that it was summer, as the cold wind blew through the thin line of clothing and brought out shivers to wrack our bodies. The winds caused limbs to clash together, and leaves to cascade all around the moving party. It was freezing, my wrists were sore and looking down at my bound hands I could see the evidence of the storms wintery chill. My nails were turning blue and shook at the slightest movement. The thin cotton clothing held no warmth or comfort against the cold conditions. The men were agitated, multiple grumbles of displeasure rose among the men. I ignored their meaningless banters and tried to focus on keeping warm. At times, I stuck my hands under my limbs, or up against the horse in the hopes to bring feeling back into my fingers. The hours of riding in the cold forced me to believe that even the close proximity of the captors was in the most peculiar way welcoming. Their bodies offered warmth and desperation caused me to forget the stupidity in my actions as I burrowed myself into the man that held me captive even further than before. The storms brutality did not cease, my limbs were sore as Rodgers forced the soldiers to make their horses maintain an exhausting pace. Rodgers knew the land well. He accurately maneuvered through the terrain as if he was a part of the forest itself. He moved as swift as an

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