"Eh. No dogs allowed," said the teenaged boy perching at the top of the playground slide. It wasn't so much directed at me as I walked past with Roop, but he was posturing to his mates.
"My conservancy charges paid for this playground. If you don't want me here, I don't want you here either."
I do not like teenaged boys in the first flush of testosterone.
1 comment:
Ooh. Flash of a Dragon!
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