His icy fingers, grazing cheeks, brutally toss my hair about my face. Whipping open my coat, he seeks to grasp my naked limbs in harsh embrace. Clutching my clothes around my frame, I march on disregarding every gust. Too risky now to play his game and chance my fragile poise to winter lust.
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