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Nevada hunched over the fireplace, holding out her hands to take in the heat. “I don’t know about this place. You don’t have any electricity. And everything around here is so green.” She wiggled her fingers, which were now polished a bright yellow. “Ugh, my fingers are still numb. How do you keep warm with this little fireplace? It’s freezing.”
“You’d be surprised,” I said, setting seven plates on the table.
“Don’t get me wrong. It is pretty around here with the mountains and lake. But I don’t know if it’s for me.” Nevada plopped herself on the chair at the head of the table and propped her chin on the palm of her hand. “So explain to me what happened again because it sounds insane—even for me. You flung yourself into the fire? And that’s why your hair is so crazy short—which I think
