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Nice weather, huh,” Roslyn said, looking around. Dell glanced toward the gray overcast sky. A cold mist was falling, and the road was a muddy mess. He looked at a grinning Roslyn. “If you like depressing weather, then yes, it’s a beautiful morning.” “So you’re a hot, humid, sunny-kind-of-day guy?” She skirted a muddy puddle before keeping in step with him. “Guess so.” Dell shrugged, a half grin on his face. “I guess you’re a gloomy, soggy, cold-kind-of-day girl.” “Guess so.” She repeated his answer, then laughed. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of days every once in a while. It’s good cuddling weather with a good book or a television show. Plus, it’s hoodie weather, and I love hoodies.
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