- the blood came out like a balloon breaking
- Such a generous nose!
- dismissed the possibility of terrorist involvement
- “… it’s interesting.”
- — during an election year, no less.
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I waddled out of the store, head swimming.
“What about my son?” I muttered. “What do you mean?”
“Not now,” Tessa scolded from under my borrowed tux.
“Now’s the perfect time,” I said. “If anyone notices me talking, they’ll just think I’m some fat, crazy man mumbling to himself. I’m not going to put up with –”
Tessa’s hand moved with invisible speed, striking me on the schozz. The blood came out like a balloon breaking.
“Such a generous nose!” she cooed as I tried to contain the crimson spillage. A pair of Contrarian policemen watched the whole thing from across the street and then resumed their patrol, having evidently dismissed the possibility of terrorist involvement.
“I’b nod kiddig,” I insisted. “Tell be what’s doe ibbordand.” I paused to clear my nasal passages. “What’s this about my son?”
“Well,” Tessa sighed. “He,” she started, then paused for a long time. “… it’s interesting.” She paused for a longer time. “It’s not what you’re thinking. But we’re lucky it’s happening when it is — during an election year, no less.”
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