I knew Jake was unconventional from the start. It kind of fit. I wasn’t too conventional myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been halfway up the steep Swiss mountain trail in a freak storm wiping clumps of snow from my wind-whipped cheeks and hopelessly tangled blond hair.
Couldn’t see a thing. Not a single Grindelwald chalet in the disappearing valley below
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