February 10, 2000
“I can’t believe I’m back here again,” I said to Robbie as I clutched my coat around my freezing body. “If this isn’t a true testament of my love, I don’t know what is.”
“The snow is kind of pretty,” Robbie said, as we surveyed the landscape in front of us. Claremont’s city park, known as the Claremont Commons, was one of the few places downtown that hadn’t gone to hell. The snow drifts made the park look slightly hilly, when the ground underneath it was ac