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Original writing - I twisted the stiff doorknob, my hand slipping against the wet shiny brass.
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John Mason 11/02/03 English Coursework: Original writing I twisted the stiff doorknob, my hand slipping against the wet shiny brass. I clenched tighter and tried once more to rotate it, this time succeeding. I had to keep a tight grip on the handle as the screaming wind nearly threw the door against the inner wall. I placed one sodden boot inside the door and onto the mat, squinting at the uncomfortable squelching noise produced. I twisted my body, so as to position my weight behind the door, still with one hand firmly gripping the knob that refused to be held by my numbed hand. I pushed against the door until I heard the satisfying click of the door locking. The angered wind still persistently pounding against the frail wooden door, which, I feared, would not last very long. I turned, every individual movement making the icy water penetrate deeper into my rapidly...
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