White.
Torture. White Torture. There was nothing anybody would be able to see, not even the tail lights could be seen. This wasn’t good, that much he knew. And if he didn’t know just by the fact that he could not see out of his windshield, he soon learned when the feeling in his leg went followed by his hand. Cars Honking. The wind Yelling. Pushing against the cars’ windows. He should have bought a new car. He knew that he needed one but he figured that it would be cheaper to wait until the end of the year. A new car would have kept his warm in this heat and he wouldn’t be losing feeling in his body. There it goes, the feeling in his face, this can’t be healthy. ‘I really hope this traffic lets up soon’ he found himself thinking, but he knew it wasn't going to happen, so he looked around the car for something to keep his warm. Even though he already had 3 layers of clothes on.
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