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I'm looking outside at the snow we've gotten today. It's gorgeous, simply stunning. My mind wanders off to her and wills us both to be playing outside in the snow.

In my head we're walking back from the train station, talking about something or other that isn't all that important. We're laughing and smiling and occasionally we stare too long at each other and so I blush and turn away.

I look down at the snow and simply cannot resist.

I watch my mitten dip down to grab a handful and I'm making a snowball. I hear her protesting and she runs ahead. I laugh gleefully forgetting how red my face was a few moments ago. Her running is futile. She can't outrun the freezing bit of snow I lob at her back.

I smile smugly as I hear the thwack as it breaks apart.

She yells something about me being dead as she runs ahead, dipping her own glove down into the snow. I run to catch up, grabbing my own snowball on the way. We throw them at one another and keep it up as we both run towards my apartment. As we near the corner at the end of my block, I toss the last one at her.

It nails her square in the back of the head.

She looks at me and laughs, the light from the streetlamp glinting off the flakes in her hair as she shakes it off. She stops