Chapter 3

“Whee,” Scott continued, dramatically holding the vowel. “What fun, right?” He tilted his head, pursed his lips, and glowered at the man. “And how romantic: a process that begins from being shit on, that forces itself on something else, and then dissolves into a withering, all-consuming death.”

There were more eyes on Scott than just those of the family by the time Scott was done. He reached for his change and tucked it into his pocket, conscious of how strangely quiet the storefront had become. Good. Maybe they’d been listening closely enough to have learned something. Maybe they’d all be walking away a little bit smarter. A little wiser. He picked up the shopping bag and left the store with his chin up and a snarl on his face.

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