“Yeah, here to tell Mr. Hunter that there’s no way this is going to work. People here don’t have good taste.” His eyes bulge, like he halfway feels sorry for the insult he just threw out. “No offense,” he adds. “None taken,” I snap, quickly shutting the box. “Because your opinion is wrong.” The air gets thick with tension—and not the good kind. The asshat from outside clears his throat uncomfortably. “It’s not that. I just meant—” “Oh, I know what you meant.” I begin to back up. There’s no use for me to stay here and listen to these guys from the city who don’t know a thing about this town and
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