Brilliant straw waves were whipped about by the wind, wintry flakes clinging to the silky strands. Slowly, the American lowered his scarf, the cold almost immediately chapping the fleshy lips. He didn’t bother to smile.
“-Name,” the choked, quiet voice continued, swallowing thickly, “Alfred F. Jones.”
“America…” the brunette in front whispered, his
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