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The steam rises from the cup
Swirling and twisting in way that only other worlds could know.
Seven rounded cubic mallows float around, bouncing off the edges.
I take a sip, letting the heat warm my mouth and sear my throat. I let it burn all of the cold away, leaving only the warmth from
my hot chocolate.



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