[ her eyes illuminate when the plate scoots her way, and like she hadn't eaten in weeks, jinx dives in without question. the scent of his cigar had never once bothered his daughter, if anything, the bouquet had become a tranquility of her anxiety. one click of his lighter and a whiff of his smoke, and her muscles instantly eases. sometimes when she is looming in the rafters and her distress flares in the shadows, all it takes is to hear her father suck in a drag for her world to dwindle its jumbled spinning. ]
I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.
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I dunno. [ she says in a mumble. ] — It's got to be hidden. Thieves and junks.