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Feverish HeartThe snow fell towards the ground as if guided by invisible threads. Slowly, with only the slightest wind, it collided with other flakes that were already covering everything like a warm blanket. The piled up snow on the sidewalks made it difficult to walk, but no one walked at that time. Not that day, not at that hour, and not with such 'horrible' weather. There was only one set of footprints in the making, disturbing the smooth surface of the white snow.
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But, no matter what anyone said, it was beautiful. The breaths that turned into vapor immediately after exhaling, and the sharp air that entered someone's lungs with each intake of oxygen were exhilarating. The street-lights that reflected in the snow creating a strange, alluring illusion; it didn't seem like 11P.M. It didn't seem like the 23rd of December.
The light, but frigid wind brushed by Theo's face, causing him to move his scarf up over his mouth. It was really cold that night, the cool air burning his lungs. But it