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Lucky for her, the potato did happen to be there. And wasn’t too hard to find either given his size.
Moe was out tending to the field, shoveling away mounds of snow into a neat pile when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. Could it be…? He turned around.
Squinting his eyes, he could see a bright speck of yellow and orange just by the farm’s entrance.
“Carolyn! It’s you!”
For once, Carolyn actually managed a grin, something not often seen on her face.
“Oh, so you-are here!” She said, clapping her hands gently. “It has certainly been. A while, has it-not?”
They had met several months prior, perhaps not in the best of circumstances, but she was grateful to Moe for helping her out of such a situation.
“Things going well this. Winter?”
Moe felt happy to see a familiar face. It'd been rather lonely around the farm ever since Claire left, so it was nice to have company.
His smile suddenly faltered. No. Things hadn't been going well this winter. While he and brothers were able to celebrate the holidays without so much an incident, their youngest's health had been steadily deteriorating, and they were at a lost on what to do. But... why bother souring the mood? Moe shook his head, and then smiled again.
"It's been alright."
