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The girl touched her cold cheeks gently, trying to warm them. She wished, just for a moment, that she had someone with her. To hold her hand, to caress her cheeks, to whisper to her that everything was going to be alright. She cut that thought off quickly, and laughed at herself. She walked out into the snow, half laughing, half crying, her tears mixing with the snowflakes falling delicately onto her face. She smiled, for if she wasn't able to have the warmth and feeling of another person, at least she could have the intimate kiss of frostbite.