“Poor baby,” Jaw rumbled. Bryce looked up at the man and then looked away, angry.
Heh. Yeah, I don’t like chores either, but Jaw is right to be sarcastic about this.
“Got sick, then when I get better my sister drags me to this church, same fucking thing. Lame people, lame place, and I just know I’ll be doing more fucking chores to ‘earn my keep’. Fuck that. Some people came to trash the church, and I figured, hey, there’s a way out. Have some fun.”
Yeeah, and then you didn’t tell anyone who cared about you a damn thing, not even that you were okay.
Which it does seem like you were, even if the Merchants weren’t as fun as you thought they’d be.
He cast a quick glance at the bleached blond girl next to him.
Ah, yes, that kind of fun.
Maybe he was a bit older. I remember he was described as hard to tell the age of, but I’m not sure whether we learned his actual age.
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