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The wind screams through the car as I speed through the night, chilling me to my core. My knuckles grip tightly on the steering wheel, turning a dull, frostbite blue. I lift a hand, balling it into a fist, then releasing it, trying to get some feeling back into the rough, callused appendages. It's not working. I curse under my breath, and continue driving. Tim's voice sparks through the radio,…