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He'd never had something so sweet. The ice crystallized in his mouth before he had a chance to truly taste it. There was something about this shoreline. The way people looked at him in the sunlight. His curls growing ever tighter as the days grew longer.
She'd never seen snow like this. The hills were dusted in what looked like frosting, small drops of water hardening on each crest. Is this what it meant, to live in California?