Frances blinks because she's pretty certain that neither her conscience nor her common sense has a little boy's voice in her mind.
Doing fine, just... less jerky. Am I even doing this thinking out loud thing right?
The evading car swerves and screeches before wrapping the front around a light pole. She jumps out of the car window and lands on the wrinkled hood, letting Martin drve around as intimidation. "Exit the car, put your hands on your head and don't pull anything stupid," she announces over the chaos. And when a full grown woman is dressed in a fitted suit from the 20's or something is standing on your car with a gun pointed to your head, you should listen.
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