Sims Flashback: Emilio & Frannie’s Winter Wonderland Dance

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Emilio and a platinum wintry Frannie dancing alone in the snow, lost in their own world. A rare moment where Emilio shines with romantic vulnerability.

Emilio’s eclectic “alternative indie vibes” music taste probably filled their heads, unlicensed but perfect for the moment. His fashion pet peeve — boringness — meant he admired Frannie’s dramatic white hair and red coat disguise more than he let on. The dance was a fleeting chance to be someone else, away from his usual awkwardness and phone distractions.

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