“I’m freezing,” wewe mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at wewe from the driver’s seat, watching wewe shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be nyumbani soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The mitaani, mtaa lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the inayofuata exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive nyumbani safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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