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“Something wrong?” Jacques asked.
John shook his head. “Nothing.”
He began shuffling forward. A few flurries drifted down, melting on his arms. His leather jacket kept his core warm, and if he had wanted to push down the sleeves, it would have done the same for his arms. Then the cold couldn’t singe his flesh. Then it wouldn’t have felt so good.