“I never cook, either. Don’t have the time.” “Too busy scaring all the neighborhood children, I imagine.” “It’s a full-time job, really. Like yours, looking pretty and being useless.” “Ouch. Although wait—did you just call me pretty?” I meander closer to the computer. From this angle, I can see that the screen is open to a web page. Seized with curiosity about what he was reading when I rang at the gate, I casually keep walking, trailing my fingers along the smooth, cold edge of the stone. “Did I say pretty? Silly me. I meant petty.” “That would sting a lot more if it made any sense. Nobody
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