It felt great. Cold had never called to him. Ever. and now, it was no other stronger draw.
Atop the ship, as it pushed
closer to that far south, it was the cold right on his chin as his leaned up to stars he had never seen before.
completely disoriented. and completely at home
ONE It was raining outside of Puffy's. No surprise. It had been raining allover...
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