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It was snowing. A girl and a boy walked down the avenue, leaving traces in the squeaky cushions under their feet. Both of them were quiet. The girl saw a small snow hill on a bench they were passing by. She picked up some snow without the boy noticing it. Quickly, she made a snowball, and waited for the boy to get a couple of steps ahead of her. Then, she threw the snowball at him, hitting him in the neck, behind his jacket collar, just where a bit of his skin was revealed. At first he stopped. It was the most unpleasant feeling. He turned around and chased after the girl. Both of them were laughing, as he collected snow in his hands.

“No,” the girl said when she saw how much snow he was ready to throw at her.

“There are consequences, and you can’t escape them,” he replied, grinning.

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