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He stands on the corner with his hand out to let the snow land on him.
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The year was getting ready to change. That meant people would be celebrating soon. Celebrating the Christmas season. Standing on the corner of his street he remembers as a child standing and letting his breath fog. It had been a long long time since his breath had the ability to make fog. Letting each snow flake land on his ungloved hand it stays in its crystalline form for to long. Without body heat it is hard to get snow to melt. Maybe he did have something to be thankful for this year. He was finally home. He met people who were not turned away at what he was. And he finally had a home. Be it for only a week so far it was a home he could place his coffin. No more beds. Still not realizing when it was he could no longer stand to lay in a bed all he knew was the stone coffin he had stored away was by far more comfortable then a cloud and even more silent then the grave. The apartment had just come onto the market in the vamporium district. His pocket light with no way to fill it he took a gamble and bought it for the week. The beds of Huet Hall were to risky now. The maids always gawking at the man sleeping during the day. The few times a maid flung open the curtains on him and his scream at the light, though not fatal still a shock. The other vagrants and vagabonds who would always try to steal his possessions. And of course the beds themselves were just so uncomfortable. Soft and delicate. Full of feathers or cotton or whatever they stuff them with. Now he could be alone in his coffin and free to continue his research. Maybe now he can find what he has searched for for so long.
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