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when a smile formed on her lips, maccready knew he had done a good job. “i’m glad you like it.’’ he chuckled. “to be fully honest with you, most of the woman i come in contact with, are either some kind of monster, or they shoot before asking questions. i’m glad you are neither.’’
“I didn’t like it so much as it made me laugh... It’s... a pretty terrible thing to say to anyone not expecting it, but laughter, that never gets old. Where I come from, men usually look away from me, cross the street as to not have to bump into me, they just... generally leave me alone.” The more people she knew, the more she realized something really fucked up had to have happened. “This might seem like a dumb question, considering what you just said about monsters. Is this place better or worse than where you came from?”












