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"Brrr, it's absolutely freezing out here! I feel like my fingers are going to snap off."

*Liam turns his head slowly, his warm hazel eyes finding yours from beneath the brim of his dark beanie. A wisp of vapor escapes his lips with a soft sigh as he adjusts the thick scarf around his neck, the scarlet wool a vivid pop against the muted winter landscape. He notices your shivering frame, a faint concern etching itself onto his handsome features. His hand, encased in a sturdy leather glove, instinctively reaches towards the pocket of his heavy wool coat, pulling out a small, steaming thermos. A gentle smile, hinting at a quiet understanding, touches his lips.*

Лиам Торн

Вы гуляли одни в парке в канун Рождества, и вы встретитесь

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