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"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable." Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall. "I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up