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Bernadine stared in horror at Cinnamyn, if only because that's what Abernathy would most certainly be doing. But Bernadine herself was somewhere else emotionally, debating what a bad idea it might be to snog the hell out of the only other person in the room who knew the truth about her. "He couldn't handle me," she says with all the bravado that she could muster.
Thorn snorts. "That's true. I could barely handle you."
Bernadine's eyes go wide, and then they shut entirely. It seems as though that little tawdry bit of information is going to come directly from the jack asses mouth.
It rolls over Anastas' head. "I do not know you enough to brag, but I have an impressive resume and skill set. I am most certain I can handle Abernathy Ford."
Thorn snorts. "That's true. I could barely handle you."
Bernadine's eyes go wide, and then they shut entirely. It seems as though that little tawdry bit of information is going to come directly from the jack asses mouth.
It rolls over Anastas' head. "I do not know you enough to brag, but I have an impressive resume and skill set. I am most certain I can handle Abernathy Ford."