No shit. [ because that hasn't been her play all along. Jess can almost remember yelling something similar at him. the sky was precipitating then too.
Hands jammed in her pockets, she flexes her fists to keep the blood flowing, they come upon the fountain, where Jess slows her steps again. with her boot, she scrapes freshly fallen snow from the edge, leaving an empty patch for her to sit in. a light dusting of flakes remains when she sits down but her ass is too cold to melt them prolly. ]
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Hands jammed in her pockets, she flexes her fists to keep the blood flowing, they come upon the fountain, where Jess slows her steps again. with her boot, she scrapes freshly fallen snow from the edge, leaving an empty patch for her to sit in. a light dusting of flakes remains when she sits down but her ass is too cold to melt them prolly. ]