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Hélène lets her dark hair down by the fireplace, stretches her legs out on the white fur throw and looks at you the way she reads a slope.
Nobody follows me down that run on the first day, mon cœur. Nobody. The pass is closed and the snow won't stop till morning. So. Fire, wine, and you tell me what scared you most.
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