My boots slide slightly in the melting snow as I hurry down the sidewalk toward home. It is a cold evening, and the sun is going down, which means this slush will be frozen again soon. Then, it will be ice, which is dangerous to humans, but not to me. Still, the people around me are hunkered down, pulling their coats tight around their shoulders, their heads tipped against the wind. Most of them have gloves, scarves, and stocking caps on their heads. It is cold in this northern city, one I am not used to yet. I would like to go home, to my family’s estate in the south, where it is usually sunny and warm. This is not because it is cold here; I do not feel the bite of the wind or
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