“So you’re coming back here after Montreal?” He itches under the edge of his hat and bounces his knee some more. “All alone?”
Itching instead of scratching, and I swear fucking Tigger doesn't do this much bouncing. Add some misdone homophones, and my least-favorite non-word for semen, the shit cherry topping it all off. This could have been a pretty good story (there's still the college-age dude-bro party BS detracting a bit), but any story that breaks my groove this often is going to lose stars, and most likely any followup reading of that author (plus a lot of caution regarding recs from the reader who raved over it).
