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[And that feels like a mug of warm coffee on the porch while watching that snow. Smells like one, too, however faintly. ~~Emotional bullshit.~~

His lips tug to the side in a crooked smile.]

'Preciate it.

[a beat. And then a sigh.]

Now I just have to figure out how to tell Ana.

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