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“I’m going to go back to that bar and beat that low, magical snake-oil slinging bar shrew with every novelty crab-print shot glass they have until she gives me the address for this fucking brewery, and we are going to burn that place down and laugh over the goddamn flames—”
On the bright side, Margo had woken up herself this morning. On the not-so-bright side, Margo had woken up herself this morning.
She paced from one end of the murder lab to the other, her fists clenching as her upper lip curled into a snarl. “I swear on Ember’s sweat-stained corpse, Eliot. . .”
Had you missed this, El?
[ for the bff ]
On the bright side, Margo had woken up herself this morning. On the not-so-bright side, Margo had woken up herself this morning.
She paced from one end of the murder lab to the other, her fists clenching as her upper lip curled into a snarl. “I swear on Ember’s sweat-stained corpse, Eliot. . .”
Had you missed this, El?
[ for the bff ]
