“Yeah, speaking of your legs. You should lift with them when you shovel. Your back’s going to hurt like a motherfucker in the morning.” “Oh? Did you make that observation while you watched me dig out my Jeep?” He opens the book he brought down. “I did.” “You could have helped.” I stir my reheated soup. “And I probably would have, but rumor has it I’m broken. Maybe you can fix that, and then I’ll have the mental and emotional capacity to recognize when a damsel is in distress.” “Did I look like a damsel in distress?” I glare at him. He focuses on his book. “I don’t know what you looked like. I
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