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It was one in the morning, we were sleepy and bored, we were broke. It was a perfect, calm snow like under the street lamps in Narnia. Perfect conditions that require sleds, which you'd gotten a couple days before. I was so excited. No one ever wants to go sledding with me it seems. I wore Mary's old coat and you had my red gloves. We drove out to a perfect hill, behind a castle. It wasn't really a castle but snow makes everything magical. We sledded down separately twice, you laughed when I crashed face first into a bush. It hurt, but I love feeling anything. The last time we headed down, we sat intertwined facing each other. Upon hitting a hidden and buried pile of leaves, we went flying and tumbling everywhere. I think I kicked you in the head, because you had to check for your earrings. It was freezing and we were soaked. We stood embraced and I watched the snow fall on your back and shoulders. My glasses were fogged. When we got back you made fun of my wet clothes, since I didn't bring extras. We kissed and laid together and fell asleep under dirty blankets that smelled like wet car and metal. It kept snowing.