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I knew I couldn't stop. I couldn't go back.
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Icy Pile

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It was my first year plowing out on my own. 4:30am came fast, and I couldn't see two feet in front of me, but I knew I couldn't stop. I couldn't go back.

My only goal was to plow, and that's what I did. I was facing 2 feet of snow on an overnight shift, and I made it mine.

It wasn't easy, I soon realized. If I didn't push the snow further back, I wouldn't have room for the snow that was coming in the last couple of months of winter. Man, was that pile icy. But I knew that a running start would do the trick.

That was only the first job of the day, and I knew I was in for a lovely rest of the day. All the other jobs were just as bad and a few were even worse.

Nothing feels better than knowing that you made it so people can leisurely leave when they want with no hassle.

The last job of the day was by far the worst of the season. There's nothing better than plowing at 9:30 at night, pitch black, and your lights go out. It was wonderful.

Thankfully I had extra bulbs, so I was all good. My good luck finally kicked in at the end of the day. 

I knew I couldn't stop. I couldn't go back.

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