We broke.


We broke. "What... what was that for?" I asked. "Sit there," she said, indicating a towel that she'd thrown over a three-high stack of crates. "Carroll." "Sit, Ken. Now." I smiled. Part of me was pleased to see Carroll being assertive again, and part of me just naturally responded to my personal inclination to follow orders like that. I jumped up on the crates and settled. It was COLD! The temperature of the wood and cloth wasn't so low that I immediately froze to them, but I would if I kept this up, especially with so much sweat on my body. And it wasn't even freezing in here... about 4.5 degrees above, if I recall. Now I was actually a head above her. She smiled at me, her perfect teeth dazzling in her face.

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