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Post by Athena on Aug 1, 2009 19:53:57 GMT -5
“Do you want a corn muffin.” Snow started, blinked, opened his eyes, and stared at the corn muffin in front of him. Fingers, all ten, still there. All ten toes. Good. Wait. Corn muffin? “What the fuck?” “Do you want a corn muffin,” repeated Scout.. tick tick tick tick tick tick tick “Uh. Sure.” He unwrapped it from its cupcake wrapper. “Thanks.” It was scary how he could repeat a phrase with the exact same voice inflection... tick tick tick tick tick tick tick “He will live. There will be some scarring, but it will hardly be noticeable.” tick tick tick tick tick tick tick “Er. Thanks. For. You know.” “Yes. I know.”
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