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... shattered French window. He looked down below as the strong winds blowing outside caused his hair to fly all over the place. My first instinct was to take off my windbreaker and put it over his shoulders, but I refrained from doing so, since I knew well that cold of this degree simply couldn’t affect him. Rather, I was the one who needed the jacket at all.
He turned around, asking simply, “Why?” His expression was one of utter loss and helplessness, as though there had not yet been enoug ...
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