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      What you didn’t expect was the plan he had in store. You hadn’t realized today was the year anniversary since your first date. That day had been a train wreck, he had wanted to go ice skating, he had wanted to take you ice skating. It became a point that a troll and a boy from texas had no business being on a fucking ice skating rink in the first place.

       Today though, today he had something knew. It was cold out, and there was an inch of snow on the ground and you hated it. But you watched him nestle the boots onto the ground. He stands next to you, and shoots the first picture. When you ask what exactly you two are doing, he says story telling. He starts first, saying that the Invisble man was out for a stroll in Central park, that he had wanted to see the new snow before it was destroyed by feet.

       At first you just listen to him ramble. His voice is soothing to you and you like it, but soon, you join in. Saying that this is the first snow of the year, that the man was taking pride in being out here so early. And so it went, the both of you dragging those boots all over Manhattan. He would place them in the middle of a side walk, the man was heading to catch a train to explore china town. He would place the shoes in front of the doors leading to one of the broadway plays, the man was attending, going to meet a hot date he had acquired. By the time the sun is setting, the both of you are both red in the cheeks and almost shivering from the adventure. You invite him back o your apartment.