[ Associating cinnamon with apple pie was a mistake, because all Kido can think of is warmth and family and love and all these things that the cold rain is trying to wash away. She still thinks she's slightly delusional with grief and that's what's making her smell cinnamon, but that's okay... she won't ever do this with Terry any other way, holding him and kissing him or any of that.
It's cold, but it's not getting any colder. Kido's not crying this time. Mostly she just thinks to herself that she wants it to stop raining. She kisses Terry's forehead one last time. ]
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It's cold, but it's not getting any colder. Kido's not crying this time. Mostly she just thinks to herself that she wants it to stop raining. She kisses Terry's forehead one last time. ]
I think I'm done here. Ready to go?