He took pride in the fact that he was one of the few things that could make her smile- alongside rainfall (he knew it reminded her of England, and of her mother), paper books (she loved the smell of the pages, the feel of the paper beneath the pads of her fingers, the sturdy weight of it in her hands), and the cold air at dawn (with the fog pouring in off the coast, shrouding the city in a veil of white vapour that would be burned away in the high sun, he had to admit it was beautiful, as though the entire planet was frozen in time).
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