Cold

The cold air made her eyes water uncontrollably but it was really hard to wipe the tears away with the ridiculous ski gloves that her mother forced her to wear even though they were just walking to school and not skiing and she didn’t really see the point of them because yes, it was nice to have warm hands but she couldn’t pat Mr McKenzie’s dog or feel the broken rubber on the button for the crossing lights or wipe the tears from her eyes and if her mother asked her one more time if she was alright and if she was then could she please hurry up because the baby shouldn’t even be out in this type of cold and if he gets a cold then the whole family will be sick and she doesn’t want that for Christmas does she then she just didn’t know what she’d do.

 

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