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Winter was very nearly over. It was a shame, really, because Jamie loved the cold, and it brought a strange sense of comfort, though he could never understand why. The warmer air made him uncomfortable, and made him long for the colder seasons, and a part of him wished the cold would last longer, but he shook his head slightly, smiling somewhat.

"Everything has it’s time," he mumbled to himself as he passed by the lake, and he paused, a faint memory flickering in the back of his mind. He tried to grasp it, but the memory struggled out of his reach, and he sighed slightly, slowly, hesitantly taking a step down onto the frozen ice - sturdy, at least.