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Wednesday, 24 February 2010

she asked him, vi

The snow castle was built. The last icy-snow block was laid. They had a home now, one that was all theirs. True, it was on school property, but they had built it on the farthest edges of the yard. The brick wall of the neighbouring community centre would keep them safe from the pedestrians that might have gawked into their shelter had they decided to build against the diamond-shaped fence.

He slid down the icy wall, his snow pants swishing until he reached bottom. She did the same. She knew there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be, but the silence was a bit awkward. When the school bell rang announcing that recess was over, he helped her up and she asked him, “Meet you here later?”

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