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Ill have Dad give you a call later. So, how are you? The truth. Securing an ankle under each armpit, she cupped his heels and pushed herself into a standing position. Ice? Mmm, yes. The lull in the storm had allowed the temperature to creep up into the high twenties, so the snow was good packing quality. She hugged herself. Jesus.