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"Just one more run", she kept telling herself.
It wasn't everyday she had a moment alone; a moment to do anything, really. This day had been unusually peaceful, a rare respite in a busy life. She'd taken the truck out early, expecting to do a few runs and head home, certain a mountain of to-do's and must-do's would be calling her name. But after that first run, second, third run, she decided to stay. To linger. To savor. The quiet, the stillness, the gentle swishing of skis on snow. Just one more run, she kept telling herself. And now, the sun had set - time for just one last journey down the slope. Then home. A perfect day.
