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Submitted to Contest #77
Cold had seeped into Aimee’s boots hours ago, her feet an aching mess. She regretted settling for the pair of insubstantial ankle socks instead of the warm, wool pair in storage; it was the first snow of the year and recently, Aimee had been lazy. She’d wanted nothing less than to root through bins of clothes for a single pair of socks, and so, here she was: cold. Aimee scrunched her toes, wincing, then turned to trudge up the hill she’d flown down only moments before. Although her feet felt like ice blocks, beneath her heavy jacket and snow...
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