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She was facing away from the door, but at the sound of footsteps, she sprang up to kneel, quickly sliding the cushion under her knees back beneath the table and picking up a pen to pretend she was diligently copying something.

The table was a mess, covered in papers, which were punishment assignments from Hamilton.

After scribbling a few words, she glanced back and saw it was Phillip. "Oh, it's you."

Dropping the pen, she pulled the cushion out again and sat cross-legged, lazily grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and peeling it.

"What brings you here?" Tina asked.

"Just passing through on a business trip. I thought I should drop by for Christmas," Phillip answered briefly.

"Got any gifts for me?" Tina asked.

Having handed all his gifts to the kids, Phillip said, "Next time."

Tina didn't press on when his 'next time' would be. She wasn't really after the gift.

She bit into the apple, wincing at the sourness.

"Are you cold?" Phillip noticed her red fingers.

floor tiles were ice-cold. Her knees would have been wrecked if her aunt hadn't

had to copy texts, each sheet secretly embedding "Hamilton

gloves and

mid-bite. He was already

through the family chapel's front door and circling the cobblestone path, Phillip saw Tina watching him from the window. The rustic chapel, covered in pristine snow

eyes for

are you looking at?" she

wind scattered the papers on the table, some flying out the window. Tina rushed

the snow, Phillip helped gather them and one of them caught

name was everywhere on

at the

her shoe

cold snow on

she hopped over. S

Phillip holding the paper, her

back, trying to play

for you if I

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