“Ossipee, New Hampshire!” Carmela yelled over the cacophony of the clamoring patrons in the bar, correctly answering the trivia question: _where is the home of the first snowmobile? _

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Her eyes were green and exhilarated and they met mine_._ She smiled, I smiled, and then she kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

As she turned back towards her glass of half drank ale, I asked myself how I could’ve gotten so lucky. She was beautiful, generous, smart, and she just won us free buffalo wings—again.