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     Before the cold, the winter months were about warmth. She would hold him, and they would bring each other joy. When their friends complained about the snow, they didn't mind them, because they knew they'd be okay.

     They were flames, keeping each other alive despite the harsh winds that sometimes came at them. They could float down a river of hot chocolate on rafts made of sweet marshmallow. They could envelop themselves in the softest blankets. They could live.

     And then February came.

     And she left.

     Forever.

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