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Bare trees shrouded the edge of the park, brittle leaves whirling in the breeze. Tendrils of smoke curled from cottage chimneys, the accompanying smell a pungent reminder of the fast approach of winter.
Harry shifted his weight, focused on the empty road before him. A shrill whistle sounded and he whirled, eyes sparkling.
Louis skittered to a stop- cheeks pinked from the cold. Harry sighed and removed his scarf, twining it around Louis’ neck, then tucked their hands together into his coat pocket.
“You forgot your gloves again.”
“I leave them behind on purpose,” Louis retorted, snuggling closer into Harry.