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Nick shivered and rubbed his hands together, wishing he hadn’t forgotten his gloves at the hotel. He looked over at Greg to see how he was faring the frosty Toronto evening. Greg had his nose up in the air, sniffing. “What are you doing?” Nick asked, perplexed. “Smelling the air,” Greg said as if it should have been obvious. “Why?” “Matt said you can smell the snow coming,” he answered, inhaling deeply. “You have to know what it smells like first.” Greg shrugged. “I think I can smell it.” Nick shook his head and grinned. All these little quirks just made him
love Greg more. And when he felt a snowflake settle and melt on his eyelash,
he knew he would never hear the end of it.
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