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The night was chilled enough that Midge took refuge atop Bee’s woolen hat rather than at his usual perch on her shoulder. The cool temperatures had kept the snow a fluffy powder that I kicked like autumn leaves. The fluff, swept off the roofs by every tiny breeze, lay in deep piles at the base of the buildings. We walked along the path that led toward the public road, and I looked off to our left. One lane down was a line of the cheerier buildings I had noticed when we first arrived.
I nodded at the buildings. “What are those?”
“The dorms,” Gina explained as she looked to the other side and one lane down. “And those are, as well.”
“Are there two groups because there used to be men here?” I guessed.
She nodded. “Yes. The men occupied the left rows, those that are left when y
