<div align=center>William shivered, his breath fogged in the air each time he exhaled and his mittens dangled from the end of his sleeves. Coffee. William stopped outside a green painted shop, staring longingly through the window for a moment at the people sat inside. I'm so cold. His hand dropped to his pocket, and drew out a battered looking wallet that had probably seen better days, fumbling around in it for a moment, evidently looking for coins. He tipped it up. Empty. A frown appeared on his features, he quivered again, pulling his scarf up over his nose and mouth, nestling himself into it. He reluctantly drew himself away from the window and shuffled on down the street, they can't yell at me for warming up, can they? The boy shook his head, disagreeing with himself. They'll kick me out if I don't buy anything.
He paused to put his wallet away and button his pocket up, his feet crunched on the snow when he set off again, it was more or less iced over from the hundreds of pairs of feet that had walked over it since it had been fresh. It was slippery and rendered him unable to walk any faster than a steady shuffle. Don't fall. Don't fall. Don't fall. The poor boy wasn't exactly known for being all that steady on his feet, he was gangly and clumsy, and ended up tripping over his own feet more than anything else. I just wanna be warm.</div>
He paused to put his wallet away and button his pocket up, his feet crunched on the snow when he set off again, it was more or less iced over from the hundreds of pairs of feet that had walked over it since it had been fresh. It was slippery and rendered him unable to walk any faster than a steady shuffle. Don't fall. Don't fall. Don't fall. The poor boy wasn't exactly known for being all that steady on his feet, he was gangly and clumsy, and ended up tripping over his own feet more than anything else. I just wanna be warm.</div>