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Nov. 1st, 2006 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersShelley is shivering almost nonstop as they make their way back inside. The coat worked fine for a while, but the cold crept in eventually, faster after the snow soaked through her gloves and shoes, and she lost her hat in a furious duel to the-
Well, not to the death, apparently. It had felt a little like that at the time. She can hear her shoes squishing as she gets inside. Hear, but not feel. The cold has numbed her enough that she doesn't notice the wetness, thank goodness.
Clumsily, but no less fastidiously, she peels off the wet gloves to rub her icy hands together. Cold. Very cold.
The girl shudders, and begins peeling off her coat as soon as the door closes behind them. She suspects there is snow inside it.
Well, not to the death, apparently. It had felt a little like that at the time. She can hear her shoes squishing as she gets inside. Hear, but not feel. The cold has numbed her enough that she doesn't notice the wetness, thank goodness.
Clumsily, but no less fastidiously, she peels off the wet gloves to rub her icy hands together. Cold. Very cold.
The girl shudders, and begins peeling off her coat as soon as the door closes behind them. She suspects there is snow inside it.
