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Searching for my missing girlfriend (now wife) in the dead of night in a snowy forrest.
After hours of searching, I found the van she and her photographer drove. It was abandoned.
As I followed all the different tracks leading to and from the van, looking for bllod, drag-marks, or signs of struggle I was terrified.
I was sure something horrible had happened, and that I was too late to help.
Don't worry. It had a happy ending.
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Ass, gas or grass. Nobody rides for free.
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