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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 9:02 pm
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Leila didn't really catch on to the creepiness, but then Ezra pointed it out, and thank God Almighty in Heaven, and the Blessed Mother Virgin Mary, and the Holy Ghost, and of course good ol Buddy Christ, that it was pretty dim in here, because now she was a tomato. And amicable-but-awkward conversation or not, this was still an ageless magical man on fire involved in plotting and murder and other ******** up s**t, and that put him at second or third highest on the list of people Leila did not want to see her becoming a tomato. Especially for those reasons.
"Not really," she admitted after an unforgettably long and awkward silence. "It seems like most everything around here used to be something else, and not in ways that make biological sense."
And here Ezra was probably hoping she was going to say that he didn't really sound all that creepy. Tough luck, hot daddy.
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