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You were wrapped up in a thick blanket, burrowing farther and farther into my couch as your eyes were glued to the TV. I chuckled, setting your cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of us. You quickly turned your head to me, shuffling over and falling onto my lap, before saying "I would drink it now, but my arms are stuck and I don't feel like getting out of my cocoon." Letting out a laugh you squirmed around more, setting yourself upright, now leaning against me. I tucked one of your stray hairs behind your ear. It had been a few months since the nationals. I think I realized my feelings now. But I'm not entirely sure. 


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