Pelt ⁂ rdp

She pelted him with a big, wet ball of soppy snow, hitting him firmly in the shoulder, laughing. The cold stung and burned but he’d never say so because the burning in his chest and cheeks far outmatched the cold spot on his arm. He loved her…


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