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ten: snowed in!

"I feel like Virgos get a bad rep."

Dallon, having grown used to Brendon's blabbering, just flips the page of his magazine and hums for his boyfriend to continue.

"I mean, sure they are supposedly uptight and crap, but they are also very caring and they usually know what they are talking about!"

Dallon shrugs, "eh, they still suck."

Brendon glares, "do you have any information to back that up?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. Don't you know me?"

"Then please enlighten the class on this information."

"With pleasure."

Dallon sets his magazine in his left and looks over his shoulder to the back room. With his foot, that is resting on the counter, he taps aggressively on the counter bell.

A loud groan emits from the back room before Ryan storms up to the front. He walks over to Dallon and roughly grabs his ankle to stop the tapping.

"What the h*ll, Weekes?"

Dallon looks over at Brendon and grins, "there's my information."

Brendon sighs, "that's a good point."

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Ryan: I have to remind myself that murder is illegal. [sighs, mumbles] Sadly...

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Ashley is the first one to notice that unexpected event.

She's sipping her hot chocolate while patiently waiting for Taylor to come to the shop and walk her home. The day had been slow, so Pete decided to let her head out early when her girlfriend arrived.

Yet, Ashley's plans were about to change. All thanks to a single snowflake.

It gently presses against the glass of the shop. Ashley just smiles at the flake, already expecting light snowfall. Yet, her smile drops as more snowflakes press against the glass at an alarming rate.

"Guys! Come look at this!" She yells.

The rest of the staff walk over to Ashley's booth and look out at the window. All of their eyes widen as they watch the snowfall grow heavier and faster through the glass.

"Sh*t..." Pete mumbles.

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Dallon: Of course that dumb*** weather reporter got it wrong! That guy sucks at his job!

Pete: [nods] It's true. The shop actually started a petition to replace him due to the amount of forecasts he got wrong. We needed a thousand signatures.

Dallon: We only got two. [holds up the petition] It was a woman and her cat, Mr. Whiskers.

Pete: ...Mr. Whiskers has a great penmanship.

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"That stupid weather man! Can't even predict the amount of snow correctly!"

Ashley rolls her eyes, "Dallon, calm down. I'm sure it's just going to be slightly heavier than we thought."

Ryan bites his lip, "uh, Ash... it's supposed to be a snowstorm for the next few hours."