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Despite the season, the weather was rather warm. It could be because of authorial intent or it could have been just the location. Most likely the location, because it was similar to where Kippur had grown up, close to the sea and warm all year round. She didn't think that she could handle snow, except to visit. Snow was something Alec could deal with, so where he lived was trapped in a deep winter. Yet, where Kippur had her little house, it was nice and warm. A blamy eighty degrees.
In little to nothing... well not really, but in a tank top and shorts Kippur hummed merrily as she painted the side of her house. She wasn't painting it any one color but a multitude of colors like one giant rainbow mosaic. It was fun.
In little to nothing... well not really, but in a tank top and shorts Kippur hummed merrily as she painted the side of her house. She wasn't painting it any one color but a multitude of colors like one giant rainbow mosaic. It was fun.