The polling place was located in a building with hallways that seemed tucked away inside each other's turns and bends, like the coils of a snake.
When the two people, having voted, finally found a door that led outside, they discovered that snow had fallen heavily since they entered.
"Wasn't this the way we got here?" one asked.
"You know, I don't really remember," said the other.
Footsteps marched away from the doorway.
"If nothing else, other people have tried going this way before, so it's bound to be right!" the first one decided. Together they left the building and instantly got lost in the blizzard.
Neither could afford the bill the city sent for their rescue.
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