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Perhaps it was because she was going out of her way not to antagonise anyone, being careful with her temper, never letting her voice rise above ordinary level, but something about the manβs loud exclamation bothered her. Isabella looked up from her book, and looked at him. He was obviously looking for someone to address him, possibly even looking for a fight. She had seen people like him before, in the library. They were usually trouble. But she tried not to judge him immediately, and she called over to him from her table.Β βExcuse me,β she said. βWhatβs lame? The news?β There was an unintentionally disbelieving note in her voice that she couldnβt hide.
Jason turned his head to address the woman questioning him.Β βYeah, you got it in one.β He grabbed his cup and quickly downed what was left inside it. It was bitter on his tongue. Why did Tim love coffee so much?Β βItβs always depressing headlines, stories about heroes being holier-than-thou, stories aboutΒ βbadβ guys being the scum of the earth.β He clicked his tongue against his teeth.Β βSame shit, different city.β Instead of filling in the crossword properly, he began to doodle inside the white boxes.Β βIβm gonna go out on a limb here and say you donβt find it lame?β Jason asked.Β










