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By the time we managed to pull out of the little cabin that Krissie’s parents lived in, the sun was pretty much gone.  I couldn’t really tell if it had set yet- spring was always the middle ground of sunset, not too early but not late- due to both the woods of northern Minnesota, and the overcast sky.  By the time I turned our little Impala sedan on the highway south towards Minneapolis, it was starting to rain. I kept down a sigh as I turned on the windshield wipers, only to see an empty road. “We could have just spent the night, you know,” Krissie said from the passenger seat. “Mom and Dad always love having