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Darn weatherman!
He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered.
It wasn't suppose to snow 'til this weekend.
He gazed forlornly at the white mound that hid the Volvo.
I would have had new tires by then, and wouldn't have gotten stuck here.
Blair pouted, rather childishly.
I wanna be in my own home with my own bed.
"Hey, Chief."
Jim appeared behind him, handing him a mug of cocoa.
He wrapped his fingers around it and sipped.
"Thanks, Jim."
He smiled.
On second thought, I've brought home with me.
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