Love Me Not, Mr. Snow
My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack.
In the heat of the battle, a playful idea sparked in my mind. I scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into a perfect sphere. My target? Jacob, who was currently launching a snowball towards one of my teammates. I took a deep breath, aimed, and let the snowball fly. It sailed through the air, a white comet headed straight for him. Just as he turned around, my snowball found its mark, landing squarely on his chest.
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