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Jereht sh? It’s getting really crowded I could use some fresh air”
“Yeah?” Jere?”
“Nah Let’s walk back to cao for street meat”
Jeremy nodded happily, and they collected their coats Outside, the night was crisp and covered with a fresh layer of white Leaving the thudding bass behind was a relief, the snow blanketing the night in a peaceful ht hats, but there was mercifully no wind
“There should be a hot dog stand not far,” Max said as they headed up Yonge He wanted to ask what had happened to upset Jere it up himself if he wanted to
They grabbed sausages and cans of pop, and Max couldn’t help finding it adorable that Jere their buns with sauerkraut and ketchup and mustard—plus mayo for Max—they headed west on a side street and found a low concrete wall to perch on while they ate The fresh snoas dry and easy to brush off The concrete was freezing, but Max ignored that
They were across from a row of nenhouses decorated reaths and white fairy lights With no wind, it was nice sitting there eating their sausages in co between them on the wall
“Mmm Spicy,” Jeremy mumbled around a bite
“M it doith root beer
They sat for a while longer until they’d finished eating and their asses got too cold After crushing their e bin behind a dark restaurant He burped, and Jere contest because they were twelve
Jereot mad skills”
“Leton football teay, and burping”
Back to an easy silence, they zigzagged along the shockingly quiet residential streets south of Bloor Even after four years in Toronto, Max was still surprised by just how calht don True it was Sunday night, but they were only a block or two from a major road, and there was only the crunch of their boots on the snow and salt Their breath clouded in white plumes
They passed a townhouse with a sad string of blue lights on a tree Max said, “I hate it when people only put lights halfway up Either do the whole thing or forget it Like, what, you don’t have a ladder? Get a ladder, bro”
Jereht about it, but you raise a good point Does your family decorate?”