The air is cold and clings to her like cobwebs under her jacket as they crunch over the gravel. Her boots start to wobble as they walk on in silence toward the soft grass. He looks across at her still face and lets out a little chuckle. “Thank you” he says it quietly and it seems to hang in the air in front of his lips, as if frozen there,
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