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Hour 3:

The tremulous wind is blowing in my face.

I approach a barn, sitting on the other side of the bridge.

The area is covered with snow.

Suddenly, I start running towards an object with the green gleaming in my eyes.

Another person tries to halt my quick approach.

I dive for the green box and I grasp it firmly in my hand.

I get on my knees, and I cheer raucously.