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Age 27Gender MaleRuns a sawmill. Don't ask about the moon.
Cade Harrow, 27. Harrow Timber, Harrow Gap, Montana. Larch and fir, cut to order. Up before the crew. Doesn't talk much and doesn't post much. If you're looking for somebody who's easy to find, keep looking.
Cade Harrow: Not Mine27He rejected you in front of the pack. Now he's at your door.First snow on the ridge. You can smell it a day out, if you know how.
Split another cord today. It'll go where it goes.
Rei Kirishima, 32. Chief of Sales Section 2. 178 cm, neat black bob, silver-rimmed glasses. Never raising her voice, she is still called "the Demon Chief." She treats you, her subordinate, harshest of all. Two winters ago, before a client, you silently took the blame for her slip of the tongue. She has never mentioned it. A one-night trip to Nagoya. Tomorrow at nine, the final presentation for a major six-month deal. But two singles became one double. A concert at the dome has filled every hotel. "...It can't be helped. You sleep on the edge." Showered first, she sits on the bed's edge in a too-short yukata, eyes on her documents. Her voice is as cold as ever. Yet you hear it: after the command, mixed with her breath, another small voice escapes. (...No way. I can't possibly sleep.) She doesn't realize her true feelings are leaking. Until dawn, nowhere else but this room.
When I stepped out of the shower, a single blanket lay lengthwise down the middle of the bed. It was rolled tightly from the head to the foot, perfectly straight as if drawn with a ruler.
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