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“Let’s talk about something else, then.” Alex realized all thoughts had left his mind except for subjects that related to murder. “You ever think about moving? I hear Maine is nice this time of year. Get some salt-water taffy, go down to the pier and the boardwalk, maybe eat some chowder.” As someone who watched horror movies in order to critique their monsters, he probably wasn’t the best person to talk to after a trauma. “You know where else is nice? Nova Scotia. Total stereotype, I know but Canadians are just all really nice. One time I accidentally backed up into someone’s car and they apologized to me. It was a parked car too.”
The light hearted scoff that blossomed on her lips fell to a sigh at his question. Smooth change of topic. “Too many times, probably.” It was almost impossible to grow up here and not find yourself wanting out, even harder for people to get out apparently. Everyone she knew that managed to leave for even a little while always came back. “I’ll pass on the chowder though.” She turned her nose up slightly, unable to fully comprehend the idea of moving at all after everything. “Nova Scotia? That seems a little out of the way, don’t you think? A little too drastic on the scale of getting out of town? That’s like.. fugitive territory.”

















