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“Christ, love, you’re freezing,” Tracer mumbled.
“Or you are burning.”
“Well, yeah, I know I’m hot.” Just from the way Tracer said it, Widowmaker knew she was grinning that grin of hers.
“Go to sleep,” she murmured, too worn out to say much more.
Another piece based off SectoBoss’ “London Calling”