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...Dad wouldn't ever agree to skiing. But then… Clark's attention focused ...d dropped just a moment before. "Snow camping," Lex said dryly, finally opening...the winter land. Snow bracketed everything, though it had melted with the sun, leaving gleaming patches...just needed to get away. To escape Lex and the questions and that...the roads, Clark created miniature windstorms, snow blowing around him as he tried...
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challenge: not another plastic christmas
post: fic

http://community.livejournal.com/clexmas/16079.html
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Published: 2 days, 21 hours ago (Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:45:33 PST); 61 Kb
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