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It's getting colder, [her voice is doubly detached; her words said without any particular interest.]
Does every world have a snowy season?
[Anya's absconded to the park for the afternoon. She sits on an otherwise empty playground swing, but not really swinging; just idly kicking a toe at the pebbles every few moments as she flips through the pictures on her PDA. As expected, she won't say no to company.]