(I narrow my gaze as I'm deep in thought walking through the snow covered streets. My hands in my pockets and my breath visible in the cold, crisp air. My brows flinch at the sound of you falling down and glass shattering in a box that you were carrying in the snow. I hesitate and sigh as I decide to walk over to your helpless state. I notice you're wearing sneakers. I scoff.) You alright?
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