Holy shit this woman liked to talk. It was like being stuck in the deadlights, only with estrogen and gossip and drama instead of ball-shrinking terror: all he could do was sit there, and maybe occasionally manage a nod until she let him go. The recap was a blessing.
"So you're saying I'm like some kind of guinea pig...?"
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Date: 2019-09-26 07:39 pm (UTC)"So you're saying I'm like some kind of guinea pig...?"