No AudioHank is staring out the window, lost in thought, as she passes the outside if the bunk house. its too cold today to do much but that hasn't stopped her from going out to play in the snow with her younger siblings. she waves, her smile bright, hair braided under a knit cap, layers of clothing hiding the curves he knows are there. he blinks and laughs, the huff of air fogging the glass. shaking his head he rises from the chair, scoops up his cigarettes from the table and heads towards the door.
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