the car’s door against the wind, Aaron asked, “Where are you from?”
“Buffalo, New York.”
“Heh! I bet you thought you’d left the cold behind, huh?”
“Yeah,” she beamed followed by a little laugh. “I hate the snow! Don’t get much of that down here.”
“No, we don’t. I don’t mind it, but then again,” he shrugged, “I’ve never lived in it. So, what are you doing down here?”
“I’m an office manager for a meat wholesaler.” She turned the engine on. “I just moved down so the owners are letting me live with them until I get on my feet.”
“That’s nice of them.”
“Yeah. What do you do at the Navy base?” She turned the heater c...
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