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弗吉尼亚的冬天冷得简直无法理喻,阿拉体戈岛上空的云朵仿佛都已冰冻了。我和祖父咒骂着从车上爬下来。“野马在哪里?”我哆嗦着问。“会见到的,孩子。”祖父边说边把他的消防斧头递给我。祖父是钦科蒂格志愿消防队的队长。
The cold winter in Virginia simply can not be justified, the clouds over Allagival Island seem to have frozen. My grandfather and I cursed to climb down from the car. “Where is the wild horse?” “I shiver and ask. ”Meet you, boy.“ ”My grandfather said and handed me his fire ax. His grandfather is the captain of the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Department.