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33. Someone You Loved
Rima’s POV
A dazzling winter wonderland was laid out before our eyes as we stepped out of the resort. The thick blanket of snow sparkled under the morning sun, and the chill in the air was invigorating. We were about to embark on a day filled with thrilling team-building activities. The cold was sharp, but our spirits were undeterred, and anticipation hung heavy in the air.
Our first challenge was a snow sculpture contest. The teams, divided randomly, were armed with nothing but our mittened hands and the boundless creativity that the snow inspired in us. The field became a flurry of activity, everyone intent on creating the most dazzling sculpture. Across the snow-covered expanse, I caught Jacob's gaze. A playful smile tugged at his lips, sparking a friendly rivalry that added to the excitement of the competition. My team, after much laughter and teamwork, sculpted a magnificent snow castle, complete with turrets and a drawbridge. Our cheers of tri
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