[the anger flared higher as she lowered her eyes. The name didn't sound familiar among the manor, so...] A guard? of course she would make them hurt us; sticking us here just wasn't enough. [okay, that had a little emotion in it: disgust. The anger was still too big, burning too hot, for it to make his way into his word, getting stuck in his throat.
the name raged inside him, beating in place of the pulse he didn't have. Bob. Bob. Bob was one dead son of a bitch.]
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the name raged inside him, beating in place of the pulse he didn't have. Bob. Bob. Bob was one dead son of a bitch.]