Alexander tried to rub warmth into his arms. It was so cold
outside... Already he was regretting giving up his coat. For what?
A girl who'd been nothing but a burden so far? He should've just
left her in the school, let her fend for herself. She was beyond
useless for him by this point.
But...
His teeth clenched.
Alexander relaxed his features and instead gazed out the open door
at the snow that was gently falling onto the ground, the first
sprinkles of many. Soon a meringue would be spread across the
chocolate cake of the earth.
Winter was coming.
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"We should be moving on," he said at last. "Could I have my coat
back?" He cast her a bemused look. "Unless you really need it for a
few more hours..."
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"Now, let's get a move on." Alexander put his coat on and zipped it
right up to his throat, pulling the hood over his head. "We better
find some better shelter tomorrow. So we can form a plan."
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Alexander cocked his head to the side, a curious light starting in
his eyes. But he just said, "Well, you'll have to deal with it. We
need to keep moving."
Suddenly, the bushes beside them rustled.
Alexander whipped around.
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Slowly, a small child crept out. She had tangled, matted golden
hair that was pulled into two terrible pigtails. Her eyes were deep
blue and as round as doughnuts. She wore a sundress, and her thin
legs were trembling, red with frostbite. Perched on her head was a
pair of pink earmuffs which matched her chubby cheeks.
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"Not alone." She patted the head of a doll in the crook of her arm.
"Daisy-doll here with me." She gave them a sweet, but slightly
trembling smile. "The real Daisy isn't moving anymore..."
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Alexander shifted from foot to foot, looking impatient. "Why does
it matter?" he hissed to Genya. "We can't take her with us! She
won't be of any help, and she looks on the verge of freezing
anyway!"
Daffy's lip started trembling.
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