Edgar Allen Poe
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--- The chilly streets were disastrous to walk through, with the deep snow and the fact it was below 5 degrees, although that didn't stop Poe from accompanying you, smiling as he greeted you. Karl was perched on his shoulder, in a small scarf for himself, Poe was in a scar as well as gloves.
He gently took your hand in his, brushing a thumb over one of your chilly knuckles. Then started walking with you, smiling softly as he looked at you then spoke affectionately.
, is it too cold, dear? '