[/color “You sure have a weird sense of humor,” he chuckled. It felt good to him, this moment that they shared. It had been a while since they had last seen each other, but they had kept in touch.
“Why do you have to work at The Post so much?” she whispered. She held him tightly for a moment then looked up into his eyes again.
“Somehow, I need to make a living.”
“Oh yeah,” she said sarcastically, “three dollars an hour is gonna get you far, whether the world has collapsed or not.” She snorted. “You should be doing something else. Something like what I do.”
“You’ve never really told me exactly what it is you do,” he said.
“I told you I go around to the camps in this region and supply food.”
“From where?” he asked and pointed outside at the dried up land. “There?”
“Well y’ know other people have farms they’ve preserved even after The Heat.”
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