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Gloves
(Whenever, really)
"Iz, wake up."
Izzie groaned. "Go away."
"C'mon, get up."
She rolled away from him. "It's eight in the morning on my day off. My only day off for two weeks. Go away."
"No, seriously Iz," He shook her shoulder. "Let's go!"
"I refuse." Izzie tried to pull the pillow over the head.
"Izzie, it snowed last night."
She opened her eyes.
"First snow of the season." said George eagerly.
Each year it had become their routine. When the first snow fell, providing there was enough, they would rush outside and spend a few hours in the snow. This was always followed by hot chocolate (George's homemade version which Izzie insisted was the best she'd ever had) and an old movie (they loved the cheese and bad dialogue that often accompanied old movies – or more correctly, enjoyed laughing at all the wrong moments). It had developed into a tradition of theirs and one that they looked forward to with nearly as much anticipation as Christmas. The mere thought of the fun day ahead of her sent a thrill of excitement through her. She threw off her blanket.
"Let me find my gloves."
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