[ WP ] Your Father owns a small chain of ski resorts , and one of the oldest locations has gone belly up . In the month after closing you secretly begin turning on the lifts for just yourself . One day you become aware of how alone you are . On the side of a mountain that nobody has reason to visit .

It was another slow weekend at Sleek Steven's Ski Resort, mostly because it had been closed down with an executive decision by my father just under a year ago. I started visiting the lodge after my mother died, as the only getaway I could find. My father was away managing his other ski lodges in Europe, and college had made me no friends. I always appreciated the crisp air and lack of screaming teenagers, although the ski lifts were a bit lonely. 
 
 A cloud of icy vapor escaped out my mouth as I started up the largest ski lift once more. As I rode up the hill, the charred stumps reminded me again of the other reason the lodge had closed down. 
 
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 Gon na continue tomorrow, thought of making the mountain a volcano and then realized I needed more sleep.
