[ Misty's wrapped up in a red pea coat and scarf, standing in Times' Square. The empty sleeve is pinned up neatly, and not immediately visible to the camera. She's smiling, and has her head tipped back to look at the sky. ]
Hey, Network. It's the first snow of the season. Get out here and take a look.
[ She catches a snowflake on her tongue,
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You're sweet, sugar.
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Yeah, I get that. At least things are calm now.
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Yeah, I've seen them. Which ones we talking about in particular?
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I keep forgetting you're a behind the rest of us. You okay?
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[ She reached up to toy with the fastening on the cloak, pushing the hood back just slightly so she could see his face. ]
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Definitely.
[ She looked at his face for a few beats, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone. ]
You sure you're okay?
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[ Misty had a very, very low tolerance for people making cracks about her arm. And she didn't need two arms to bitchslap the smart-mouth in question so hard his ancestors probably felt it. ]
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