The young blonde boy continued to trudge through the snow, the flakes fell down from the sky and the young boy sneezed. No! He couldn't get sick again! He glanced around, hearing his stomach rumble. Gambit then headed off in search of somewhere he could buy food. "Gotta get food..." he mumbled, coughing and then heading toward a local run down diner. "There!" he gasped and headed off in that direction.
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If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
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