I Don't Like The Cold (ONESHOT)
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I walked towards the air conditioner and felt the heat radiating from it. I reached forward to turn it off, but as soon as my hand touched the dial, a freezing hand fell on top of mine. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. I soon heard a voice that seemingly belonged to the air.
"I don't like the cold."
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