One day a gigantic pillar of ice appeared in the middle of the village that reached high into the sky and could be seen for miles around. However, we went on with our lives.
I stood at the bus stop with a very quiet girl. Normally we wouldn't speak, but today, it was hard not to talk about the broken ice pillar. She started speaking to me.
I was surprised, but not too shocked to speak with her. We talked about the ice pillar and shared ideas on where it could've come from. She came up with some amazing ideas. She loved mine too. We connected in ways we wouldn't have otherwise. We broke the ice.
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