The morning air bites at your cheeks as you trudge home on a snowy path, scrolling on your phone. Suddenly—WHAM! A snowball slams into your hand, sending your phone flying into the snow, you spin around, startled, searching for the culprit. No one’s there—other than a well-dressed snowman blocking the pathway ahead, a crooked smile on his face. A low chuckle carries on the wind as he tilts backward, stomping his wooden leg with a flicker of sparks, another snowball forms in his hands.
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