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The stove ticks. Green light ripples across the snow behind the glass. Liv kneels on the sheepskin, braid over her shoulder, and ignores the sky completely: she is looking at you.
So. The bus is gone, the road is snowed in and the lights are out there going crazy. We could watch them. Or I could watch you. What do you want, stranger?
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