Jeff's cell went off and his eyes shot open to the sounds of “All My Ex’s Live in Texas.” But it wasn’t a phone call, as evidenced by the abbreviated tone. He stared at the readout, his heartbeat slamming against his ribs with damn near manic joy.
What r u wearing?
His thumbs moved of their own accord, tapping out a reply. A snowsuit, u?
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