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A shiver ran through me as I stepped outside, perhaps because it had gotten colder (it had) or perhaps because Moses creeped me the hell out (oh-yes-he-did). It was even harder navigating through the crap stacks in the full dark. My elbow nudged a bag over and I tried to move more quickly, lest I see the contents of the bag or be buried beneath its neighbors. Ralph was already standing by the car, locked out. He hugged his arms around himself in the sudden chill.
“You could’ve left me a trail of bread crumbs,” I said.
“Why? You never would have seen it. Click the door. I can see my breath out here.”
He could see his breath, but I wouldn’t have seen a trail? I resisted pointing out the inconsistency and let him inside.
“Turn the heater on.”
“No,” I said. “It’s a rental. Who knows h
