Officially, everyone in the world was happy that the great change had meant the end of the global warming crisis. Officially. In practice, however, that meant that people in many parts of the world were dealing with winters that were colder and more miserable than they had been in decades. And they were doing it without male muscles. Never was nostalgia for the world before the change more fierce than when a 98 pound woman that had been a competitive male powerlifter before the change was shoveling last night's snowfall off her driveway.
Elizabeth and Robbie were drinking hot chocolate together after an exhausting morning spent behind snow shovels. Elizabeth sighed. It was a nice moment. It was going to be the very last nice moment for the two of them. "Robbie" she began "I can't deal with this anymore. I can't deal with not knowing who's bed you're in every night. I love you, and I've tried, but it's just not working. I want a divorce."
Robbie sighed. She had known this was coming, but it was still a gut punch.
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Aziza ran through the basic spells used to determine the magical nature of an object. There was definitely something about that snowglobe. It was well-concealed, but the ability to change weather conditions in a local area was only part of its powers. It also suggested that it was being used, used by a supernatural entity with a particular fondness for cold weather. Had the abolition of climate change opened the door to malevolent spirits of the frost? She shook her head. Growing up in Arabia really hadn't prepared her for this.