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Al loved my black sweater so much that he refused to give it back; claiming it was too comfortable and I would be fine since I had more sweaters on the way. I couldn't dispute that. My pale, blonde complexion didn't look as good in black as he did anyway.

When we went back to the shop to pick up my appropriately sized sweaters and pajama pants he ordered more for both of us. The shopkeeper was thrilled because Al offered a hefty tip. I also picked up more thick socks while we were there and bought what was meant to be a child-sized pair of boys' pants for myself when we inevitably played in the snow.

The cold wind and heavy clouds in the air looked promising and I wanted to be ready.

While we were still in town I picked up the other makeshift snow clothes I had previously ordered for both of us, including fur-lined boots. All I had to do now was put that oil on the wool and we should be set. It was one of the few things I was looking forward to.