Who says I want to let go?

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The boy puts his hand over mine and awkwardly looks away.

"Your hand sure is cold."

I hook my hand in his and blush. This is embarrassing.

"My hand may be warm now, but it'll get cold when you let go."

Smiling at me, the boy says.

"Who says I wanna let go?"

Embarrassed, I blush and quickly jump up.

"I should get home soon; thanks for the coat, and see ya!."

With my back turned towards him, he says one last thing. 

"Yeah, meet up with just me, alright?"

I smile and hurriedly run home. I'm totally late, and I'm gonna be scolded for sure. But strangely, I'm not scared. I wish I didn't have to let go of his hand.  But at least there's a warm place I can go.  My heart beats rapidly, and I think to myself it must be because I'm running.

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