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Grey Snow Bringer
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You head for the door, looking at Ellen on your way out. Your childhood wasn’t stellar, but it was probably better than hers.
You: “Maybe we’ll get together and paint soon.”
You: “I’m no good, but maybe it’d be fun.”
Ellen’s ear twitches.
Ellen: “You’d do that?”
You: “Absolutely. If you’ve got paint, that is.”
Ellen: “I… I do. Yes.”
You had no idea an accent so cute could sound so sad. You give her a smile anyway.
You: “Let’s do it, then. I bet you could teach me a thing or two.”
As much as you want to promise her you’ll smash that farmer’s face in, you can’t. As much as you desperately want to ask her what she has seen, what you saw, and what has happened to her, you just can’t do it to that literally doe-eyed face.
You: “Tuesday? After work?”
Ellen: “Sure… I guess.”
You: “I’ll see you then.”
You’ll go to Naz’s place next, but you are quick to realize that you don’t know where that is.
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