She stopped once she had reached the first row of onlookers, and she scoffed at the man at the center of the scene. Another one of those people.
Quinn glanced back at Ginger with a look that screamed that she couldn't believe she just said that. While turning back around, she rolled her eyes. Momentarily, she wondered how many times Ginger would say 'like' in a single conversation.
Then she remembered Ginger probably couldn't have, like, a real conversation.
"Oh come on," Quinn muttered, her attention going back to the raving lunatic in front of her. "That shit is so Colonial."
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