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The brush of Jimmy's fingers against Scott's felt warm as he accepted the flower Jimmy offered .

Jimmy's hand was warm in Scott's grasp as they ran through a yellow meadow, laughing and happy together.

Jimmy's hand was warm in Scott's grasp as he begrudgingly allowed him to braid his lengthening hair.

Scott felt the warmth drain out of Jimmy's hand as he died.

It was cold in the meadow.

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