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[blind_judgment]

It's a cold night. It's the wind, mostly; it's been gusting all day. Gusty, gusting. There was a robin on the tree branch that scrapes up sometimes (such as in this hard wind) against my window, but it flew away at sunset. The robin, not the tree branch, though in this weather, I wouldn't be surprised. My pen is scratchy, the frames of my

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*comes up behind him and attaches, being sweater'ed and warm and also fond of startling people*

[blind_judgment]

*drops his (scratchy) pen, half-smiling*

[illgotten]

"Hi," muffled in his hair.

[blind_judgment]

"H'lo," he replies (very originally).