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the snow fell in layers of lust onto my face, freckles of snow. but not snow. just cold water.

"hey zach." she smiled sweetly, climbing into the frosty hood of the car. "I brought you hot chocolate." she handed me a thermos.

"you are very kind... what's youre name?"

she just smiled and crossed her legs, letting her blond hair fall onto her pale, flushed cheeks.

"that is the question, isn't it?"

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