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The following morning it had snowed again, dusting the grounds and trees that were putting out the first buds of spring with a fluffy white powder. Sarah got up from bed, feeling like she’d lost twenty pounds the hard way, but at least she had gotten a good night’s sleep. The medicine had done the trick, but it had left her with an unsettled stomach. It was nothing serious, but it was enough to steer her away from wanting breakfast. Frank talked her into a couple of hard-boiled eggs and half a bowl of porridge, which she was picking at while the men gobbled their food around her.
Beside her sat Aldan. The Aussie was staring ahead, looking through the window. He had hardly touched his breakfast either. Sarah spooned a mouthful of porridge and leaned toward him. “Not feeling well?”
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