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A pair of his smallest jeans and a shrunken t-shirt were my attire. My bra had survived the previous night’s frenzy, and with a pair of socks and my shoes I was ready to go. Orion led me outside and I saw that a light skiff of snow covered the ground.
I kicked at the white stuff as we walked down the path to the road. The slush got its revenge as it soaked into my borrowed socks. “You guys should export this stuff.”
Orion smiled. “It exports itself when it melts in the spring. The lower towns always forget to pay the bill, though.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Do the lower towns even know you exist?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but they know we keep to ourselves. People ask fewer questions if they don’t get a chance to talk to us.”
I swept my eyes over the tall houses as we walked down th
