"You mean when I died? Eighteen. My ID says I'm twenty-four, though. I had that made after I got fangs."
Theresa shrugged again. As the eternal teenager, she'd come to terms with always looking the way she looked. She would never grow old and get wrinkles, or look in the mirror one day and find a gray hair. In some ways, it wasn't that bad.
"I know what you're thinking, or at least I think I do. Some of us really do just want to get along, though."
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Re: Damn Good Coffee
on 2014-04-11 08:08 am (UTC)Theresa shrugged again. As the eternal teenager, she'd come to terms with always looking the way she looked. She would never grow old and get wrinkles, or look in the mirror one day and find a gray hair. In some ways, it wasn't that bad.
"I know what you're thinking, or at least I think I do. Some of us really do just want to get along, though."