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Anna wrapped a hand around the mug in front of her, siphoning heat from her hot chocolate. “I can’t believe people live here.” She struggled to take a sip, arms refusing to bend thanks to the poofy parka. Art shrugged and sipped his coffee, his normal-sized jacket giving him no problems. The cup finally made it to her lips. “Ugh.” She spit the cocoa-flavored sugar water back in the mug. So it wasn’t her taste buds that had changed—Spike’s hot chocolate was really just that good.
A glossy page crinkled as Art thumbed through an issue of Engineering News-Record. “And you’re sure that’s her?” He c****d a brow at the girl cocooned in a sack-like turtleneck and slouchy pants. Thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she scanned the pages of a romance novel, and her middle finger push
