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“You probably wouldn’t know about it. It not really in the best part of the neighborhood hood anyways,” Richard explained nervously, biting his lip. Please don’t ask anymore questions about my job, please don’t, please don’t…
“You probably wouldn’t know about it. It not really in the best part of the neighborhood hood anyways,” Richard explained nervously, biting his lip. Please don’t ask anymore questions about my job, please don’t, please don’t…
"Oh." Lora continued in a dull voice. "Where do you live?"
“An apartment on main street,” Drake lived again, nervously sipping from his water. It wasn’t entirely a lie, Drake did hang out on a main street a lot, particularly on a nice comfy bench.
(You mean "lied" instead of "lived" right?)
"Nice," Lora remarked. She had run out of things to say, and she wasn't quite sure what to do next.
(Yeah oops, autocorrect hates me)
Drake fidgeted, before asking, “So where do you work?”
(Oh that's fine)
"I… I work at a nuclear facility…" Lora trailed off, a little bit ashamed. She probably would get sick soon from all of that radiation, anyways.
“Oh. That’s actually kind of cool.” Drake told her, with a small smile. He wasn’t lying, in fact, he had always wondered if radiation was the cause of his special ability.
"Ah, not really…" Lora gave a tiny smile in response, but nothing after.Under the table she fiddled with her fingers.
“Oh,” Drake replied, looking down at the table. He chewed on his lip, unsure of what to say next.
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