[ This time, at least, he doesn't resist on instinct, and instead, he lets her take his hand, lets her try to massage warmth back into his stiffened fingers. At her suggestion, he lets out another little snort. ]
We're marchin' through a magic snow storm. I think I'm already maxed out on physical activity.
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We're marchin' through a magic snow storm. I think I'm already maxed out on physical activity.