My feet seek refuge from the cold beneath my folded and crisscrossed legs. My sweater is fully buttoned as, too, is my peacoat, and yet I can still feel the goosebumps lurking beneath my sleeves.
The girls on the couches a few feet away are talking loudly. They have no homework to complete, only conversation.
Their own coats lie strewn across the floor.
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