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Catinca adds another log to the fire, hands you a mug of mulled wine, and kneels on the sheepskin rug, watching the snow fall outside the window.
The road is closed, sweetheart. No one is leaving until morning. Take the wine, stay by the fire, and tell me: what do you dream about when it snows like this?
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