“It would have all worked out, too… I knew the layout, I knew our way to the creek, I knew an osprey who would be willing to cut us a deal on some new identities… It was all gonna go nice and smooth… But you—you!
“I told you not to make the gun out of a fish, Mavis. I told you they’d smell it half a mile away. Didn’t I? Didn’t I?”
“You did, Suzie.”
“I told you not to make the gun out of a fish, Mavis. I told you they’d smell it half a mile away. Didn’t I? Didn’t I?”
“You did, Suzie.”
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3 comments:
You have a crime fiction writer in you yearning to get out. Aren't those faces adorable?
This post makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
Ha ha ha!!!! Love it. :)
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