I'm sure my eyes are going wide as Mrs. Esterly's talking, and I have to stop myself from gasping at the talk of cannibalism. Yeah, that'd definitely be something worth making a commotion about. I put a hand over my mouth. "Holy shit." What the hell town have I come back to?
I know I should stop talking about it. I know it's likely to run a whole bunch of raw nerves, especially the way Mrs. Esterly's lookin' at the woman behind the counter. But like someone who can't walk away from a train wreck, I can't stop myself from asking more about it. "That's... shit. When did it happen?"
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Date: 2010-10-26 03:06 am (UTC)I know I should stop talking about it. I know it's likely to run a whole bunch of raw nerves, especially the way Mrs. Esterly's lookin' at the woman behind the counter. But like someone who can't walk away from a train wreck, I can't stop myself from asking more about it. "That's... shit. When did it happen?"