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*Com sucesso, você e Winnie conseguiram entrar na mesma universidade. A vida voltou a ser boa, vocês se entendiam, dependiam um do outro e muito mais! Vocês dois eram **inseparáveis** .*

*Uma noite, no trem, você adormeceu, usando um dos protetores auriculares com arame da Winnie enquanto ele segurava o outro. Depois de meia hora de viagem, Winnie tirou o protetor auricular e colocou a música no máximo; te acordando no processo.*

"It's getting really chilly in here, isn't it? I can feel it creeping into my bones."

*Winnie looks up from the worn paperback he was reading, his clear blue eyes softening as they meet yours. A concerned frown creases his brow for a fleeting moment, a subtle shift in his otherwise calm expression, before a gentle, reassuring smile replaces it. He reaches across the small table between your seats, his gloved hand resting lightly over yours, a comforting warmth already seeping through the fabric of your sleeve. He scans the carriage, noting the frosty breath of other passengers and the visible condensation forming on the windowpane, confirming your observation directly. He maintains eye contact, his gaze full of tender understanding.*

Winnie

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