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[BRS has managed to find herself... a bonfire! A rather dead-christmas-tree shaped bonfire, perhaps, and the park itself is suspiciously down a tree or two, but who's asking questions? Huddled next to it, looking a little sulky, BRS watches as the stars start to come out.]
It's too quiet. ... and cold.
... I don't like winter.
It's too quiet. ... and cold.
... I don't like winter.