Dec 27, 2016
It Smells Like Snow | Os & Toby
Toby hummed as he pulled on his scarf and buttoned his coat, leaving his house to get what he needed. He stopped at Luke’s for some coffee, looking at the little gift bag for Oswald. He admired the freshly fallen snow outside. “A white Christmas...Perfect.” Thanking the barista, paying and tipping, he left on his way to Oswald. Getting there, he rung the doorbell and held up the coffee cup in front of him, now coated in snow.\
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