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“We’re all different, and some of us got the short end of the stick. Clearly, you’re one of them.” Abseil did not turn around. She didn’t dare. If she did, if she saw there were guns pointed at her, she’d run and never stop running. She lifted her chin instead. “But even you know shooting people from behind is pretty damn stupid. It makes you look bad. I mean. You’re here to shop, right? Starting a massacre in the middle of the mall is a good way to get kicked out.”
Now she tried to make her voice sound trivial, like none of this mattered. She remembered trying this with Vic one other time, and it hadn’t gone great, but on the other hand, it hadn’t gone too horribly either.
Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.
