That December morning i felt the cold-crisp air around me. That wasn't all i felt, it was either the feeling of being watched or the shivering sensation of the cold wind in my pale skin. I wanted to hide under my mother's skirt(something i would do when i was shy back when i was little) now i just imagined
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