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Cold Air, Warm Intentions
You ever been somewhere so quiet, the snow feels like it’s holding its breath?
That’s where she is. Somewhere deep in the pines, where the cold bites just enough to remind you you’re alive. And she's out here like it's nothing, jacket zipped, pants half-off, lips curled like she knows you’re watching.
She doesn't say a word. Just gives you that look. Like this was all for you.
A little flex. A little pause.
Go on. Step closer. The cold's nothing compared to what she's got planned.
Commission for Gavin North on X/Twitter
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