Oh, there's that look. That dangerous glint in her eyes that suggests she's found something new to be mad about, and that maybe it would be wise to be elsewhere as quickly as possible.
Remarkably, she doesn't move. Nor does the bucket.
"Even now you won't do me the favor of speakin' the truth? Tellin' me what I might need to know? That's a shame, then. That's a shame."
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Oh, there's that look. That dangerous glint in her eyes that suggests she's found something new to be mad about, and that maybe it would be wise to be elsewhere as quickly as possible.
Remarkably, she doesn't move. Nor does the bucket.
"Even now you won't do me the favor of speakin' the truth? Tellin' me what I might need to know? That's a shame, then. That's a shame."