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“Oh, I’m sure me ripping my tights in all the wrong places would give them a Christmas they’ll never forget!” Cole joked, making sure to look at her forehead and her forehead only. Yeah, he believed the importance of eye-contact too, but with Cammie it was like baring your soul to the abyss. A very bright, sunny and bubbly abyss. Thank God, she was so short. “Are you volunteering anywhere?”
Cammie lets out a hearty giggle at his words. “We could always say it’s a surprise Hulk re-enactment. You know, really tap into that Avengers and Marvel hype going on nowadays,” she says in hopes of making Cole feel better about that possibility. “Yup-si-doo, sir. You’re looking at one of the handful of people with the power to judge creations of snow at this here Christmas Market. It’s going pretty well so far. If you ignore Carson’s very sad attempts at snow people. But some real Michaelangelos are out there. Or maybe Michaelangelo-Picasso hybrids. A lot of the work of the younger ones are a little... abstract.” She says ‘abstract’ because she doesn’t want to call their work ‘ugly’. It’s... thought-provoking. There you go, that’s a good word for it. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you didn’t know you’d be wearing tights signing on to this.”















