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Like mild chaos was just another item on his mental checklist.
Lucas, meanwhile, bounced enthusiastically on his toes, eyes bright as he watched the snow swirl around us. He looked like he had personally ordered it.
“Snow means hot chocolate,” he announced with absolute certainty.
Julien glanced down at him. “Eventually,” he said, tone indulgent.
Lucas accepted this with a nod, clearly satisfied that his priorities had been acknowledged.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, fingers already cold, and checked the screen. The signal flickered uncertainly. Notifications lagged, loading with painful slowness. I refreshed my hotel booking once. Then again. And again.
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