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“You’ve got a point there,” he agreed, although he never had that sort of freedom. His hometown was too close-minded and all the career paths he followed weren’t exactly places where clothes remained clean for long. “Well,” Drew shuffled a bit as he bent down and rolled his pants up a bit to reveal his prosthetic. “It could be worse. I could’ve gotten out with no legs.”
“Well, kudos to you for recognizing that. You got some smarts.” Astrid had the luxury of being self-employed and just not having a single care in the world when it came to what people thought of what she wore. As she watched him pull his pants up, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes. “Well —— wow. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Can I ask what happened?”











