Ten 

     A wind I don't quite feel physically blows from the storm that is Farley. My hair doesn't move. My clothes aren't touched. The same is true for the student, K.K. But the cold penetrates. If we don't get out of here things will get bad.
     "Go!" I say to Tim and Marie. "I'll meet you at the Center."
     "We're not leaving you," Marie says.
     I notice that their hair and clothing are showing signs of the wind I feel in my soul. They're yelling a bit, too, as if they can't hear as well.
     "Trust me," I say. "I'll be there."
     I turn to K.K. the student and notice Tim hesitating.
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