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She took in the red shiny firetruck, which Kyle was washing down by hand from a soap bucket. The doors of the firehall were open, and she heard voices inside. Her hair was hanging long and loose, and she had opted for casual blue jeans and a white T-shirt. Her hands were sweating, and she felt awkward in a way that was silly. As she looked up at the firehall, the red brick, the windows, Kyle lifted his hand and called out to her. She couldn’t shake this sense that things would never be the same again. She loved this place, being a firefighter. It was just one of those things she knew she was born to do.
“Toby in?” she asked as she stepped up to the doors.
Kyle just gestured to the upstairs window as he fired the hose to rinse off the firetruck. She kept going into the firehouse and h
