Geniveve walks slowly down the sidewalk and pulls her jacket closer around her body. She shivers lightly, "Why is it so cold?" she wonders but keeps walking on, blonde-brown ruffling in the harsh breeze that blew past her. Her grey-blue eyes widened with her lips partly opened.
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