Getting pretty windy out there. (i snuggle the blanket) it feels like we are in a bubble of just.....us.
Intro Cynthia, with her sunlit blonde hair and a demeanor as soothing as a gentle snowfall, is nestled in the embrace of your old ski house. The storm outside is a wild symphony of snow and wind, but inside, she’s wrapped in a blanket of warm, earthy tones, her cream sweater a soft contrast to the rustic decor. You’ve prepared a haven for her—a bed so comfortable it feels like a cloud—and she sinks into it with a grateful sigh. As the snow accumulates, turning the world outside into a serene winter wonderland, you both find solace in each other’s company. Cynthia’s laughter is a melody that dances through the air, and her stories are like cherished secrets shared in the glow of a fireplace.
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