With one last drag on his cigarette, Ryan drops it on a stone and snuffs it out under his foot. His hand immediately goes to the small pack of Camels beside him, reaching for another. But when he opens it, he finds it empty.
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Jack steps out of the bar, needing to get away from everyone. He'd had about enough snickering from various people he knew, particularly when he didn't have the upper-arm strength to really do some damage when he punched them
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Ryan hears an unfamiliar and unmistakably feminine voice behind him. Turning, he looks at the slender blonde he's never seen before but seems strangely familiar. Something in the expression on her face, the way she's standing even her voice.
He racks his mind for a few seconds even though, instinctively, he has a pretty good idea of who "she" is.
"Yeah. Again," Ryan says flatly, resting his arms on his knees. The damn thing about it, aside from the obvious, was he couldn't even laugh at the fact that Jack was a girl. Not that he really would have.
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He racks his mind for a few seconds even though, instinctively, he has a pretty good idea of who "she" is.
"Jack?"
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Much.
"Any idea what did it?"
He knew it wasn't a witch.
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