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... orm, I could see the mist of my breath.
I'd always loved the cold; always, despite the heat being one of my main killing tools could not compare to the icy touch of winter. To stand outside with my bare chest was one of the things I did back on earth in New York. And I loved it, to feel my fingers turn numb, to watch my pale skin lose color, to tremble as I took my first step outside.
Those days were the best!
"Abyss-Chan?" I started, taking a few steps through the blood ...
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