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"Okay." Curtis upends the bag of winter clothes on the floor of Dejah's room, spreading them out so she can get a better look. "This oughta be enough. It's not that bad out today."
Since Curtis's definition of not that bad out is a tad skewed, there's still quite a bit of clothing in the pile. A jacket, two sweaters (one thinner than the other), long pants, long johns, a scarf, mittens, boots, plush socks, a pair of bright purple earmuffs...
And, of course, a hat.
With pompoms and earflaps.
(Bar, you are the best.)
Since Curtis's definition of not that bad out is a tad skewed, there's still quite a bit of clothing in the pile. A jacket, two sweaters (one thinner than the other), long pants, long johns, a scarf, mittens, boots, plush socks, a pair of bright purple earmuffs...
And, of course, a hat.
With pompoms and earflaps.
(Bar, you are the best.)
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It's a long walk back to the bar, but walking with him, hand in hand, she doesn't mind. The cold can't touch her. She has earmuffs.
And him.