The bus was 15 minutes away. I smelled like cigarettes. She, like apples.
I let go of her hand for a moment to wrap my arms around him. I looked up and he kissed my nose.
It was cold that day. Snow melted through the tops of my shoes and my socks. I curled my toes but they didn't get any warmer. He, though, he was warm and I didn't want to let go.
My head's roaring.
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