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indent He liked her. This was in part to the fact that she reminded him of Europe, and the thick accents and crowded streets. She neared, and he gave another shudder to remove the snow from his coat. It was piling up in his dreadlocked hair, as it had been doing since it began. “Ahren de le Poer,” he smiled, his own mixed accent coming out in a breath of steam. “Care to get out of the cold? I live over there,” he pointed towards a patch of trees, marred only by the ramshackle cabin (if one could call it that) he had built.