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He came with the sound of breaking icecubes. Sunlight gleamed silver-quick over the planes and curves of his body and face, sparked crystalline off the ridges of his perma-frost hair.
“Boo!” he said at the end of a loop that carried him over and in front of Jean.
“Hey, kiddo,” Jean said, as she cut around him. She gave the keys hanging off her index finger a whirl.
“You’re going to Sam's, right?”
“Sure thing.”
Shedding ice, he fell into step beside her and said, “Good.”
"Coming with?"
"Yep."
"We out of candy, already?"
"Just the good stuff."
“Boo!” he said at the end of a loop that carried him over and in front of Jean.
“Hey, kiddo,” Jean said, as she cut around him. She gave the keys hanging off her index finger a whirl.
“You’re going to Sam's, right?”
“Sure thing.”
Shedding ice, he fell into step beside her and said, “Good.”
"Coming with?"
"Yep."
"We out of candy, already?"
"Just the good stuff."
