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รบกวนหน่อยค่ะ ต้องแปล short story เหลือส่วนนี้ส่วนสุดท้ายแล้วว
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Sig saw the whole scene now as if he'd been there.
He saw his father pulling on the gangklines of the dogs' harnesses, the dogs themselves fighting to stay on their feet, claws scraping frantically. Somehow he gets enough of his body out of the hold and hauls his legs up after him. He knows he has to work fast. His clothes are already freezing onto him,and though home is only a mile distant he'll be dead before he gets halfway. Unless he can make a fire.
He has no wood, but then he sees clearly. The sledge is made of wood, there are papers from the mine office in his leather satchel. And he's got matches. But with gloved hands he can't even get the box out of his pocket.
He risks pulling off one glove with his teeth and fishes the box from inside his fur-lined parka, but it's bad now, his body is shuddering with great convulsions, as the ice forming on his legs and feet greedily sucks away his body heat. He drops the matchbox in the snow and, kneeling down, it takes many attempts just to get his fingers to close around it, already numb.
ยาวไปหน่อย เหลือส่วนนี้ส่วนสุดท้ายแล้วค่ะ รบกวนช่วยหน่อยนะคะ ขอบคุณมากๆเลยยย
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gambit
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31 ส.ค. 53 12:32:15
A:10.42.18.56 X:202.28.180.202 TicketID:285044
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