Devin felt a little sorry for her. She didn't realize what she was getting into. He would never eat here again, he'd never have to see these people again. Standing up and shouting it didn't scare him.
"Penis." His tone was above a whisper, as if he were having a quiet, subdued conversation.
A woman at the table next to them glanced over, not quite sure what she had just heard.
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on 2013-09-25 09:45 am (UTC)"Penis." His tone was above a whisper, as if he were having a quiet, subdued conversation.
A woman at the table next to them glanced over, not quite sure what she had just heard.