"F'it was he's just as much of a p***k now as he is in our time." Thus far Chel's impressions of Algernon were: killed a person he didn't have to and called her a carnie. The poor guy wasn't making a good track record.
"There's yer stupid lead," she grumbled gesturing to the newstand which was still buzzing about the concert. Lately she had a hard time staying in a good mood and an even harder time not revealing it. Her tattoo burned under her shirt and she rubbed it idly.
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