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12/24/2015 7:30:42 PM
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There were some clothes off to the right, a simple T shirt and jeans, but they'd do. Looked about her size, thankfully.
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[i]"A little"[/i] [b]She sticks her hands on the pockets of the sweat shirt[/b]
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They walk down the street, past people. That helped generate warmth along with the fact that she had put her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. "So what kinda food do you like?"
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]She watches the strangers go by, following the towering man before her[/b]
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Most of them were too cold to notice her looking at them, others gave her strange looks. Thomas shook his head and opened the door to a restaurant on the street. It was warm, and smelled like burgers and fries. "Terran food, North America to be exact. It's pretty good." He smiled and held the door open for her.
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[b]She walks in, looking around the place[/b]
