[She was about to say something that she thought was witty, and that almost nobody else ever did. When the dirty-blonde's mouth opened, however, she descended into a coughing fit of her own, hand whipping up and going to her mouth to cover it at the very least. Flecks of blood were there on the cloth in her hand, and little yellow and red rose petals trickled down before she picked them off of the floor and ...
just sat down in his booth on the opposite side. Never you mind she didn't ask permission first. Another hack and she eyed him over the cloth.]
You too, eh? You ok agreeing not to talk about the elephant in the room?
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just sat down in his booth on the opposite side. Never you mind she didn't ask permission first. Another hack and she eyed him over the cloth.]
You too, eh? You ok agreeing not to talk about the elephant in the room?