Magic. Huh. Theresa believed in that stuff, at least now she did. She watched Melody claim her cup, then dogeared her spot in the book and set it aside.
"My dad used to take me to magic shows when I was a kid," she said once the other girl had returned. "I saw this woman get sawed in half. It scared me shi- gave me nightmares, even after she got out of the box and was okay."
The self-censoring was rare, but it occurred to the vampire that Melody might not be used to what appeared to be someone close to her age having a filthy mouth. She fiddled with her empty cup. "What kind of stuff does a magic shop sell?"
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Re: Damn Good Coffee
on 2014-04-09 10:21 am (UTC)"My dad used to take me to magic shows when I was a kid," she said once the other girl had returned. "I saw this woman get sawed in half. It scared me shi- gave me nightmares, even after she got out of the box and was okay."
The self-censoring was rare, but it occurred to the vampire that Melody might not be used to what appeared to be someone close to her age having a filthy mouth. She fiddled with her empty cup. "What kind of stuff does a magic shop sell?"