[ she doesn't bother to answer his first question past a grunt, but his second point actually gets a snort of amusement out of her. she doesn't turn to face him as she traces her steps backward, speaking instead to their general surroundings: ]
No, I am not. [ her voice, rough as it is, softens somewhat as she continues speaking. it's probably been gathering rust in the shed for a year now whoops ] This is the path I have been forced to follow - employment.
[ how does she manage to make "employment" sound like an ancient curse? a year of working in a carnival, that's how. ]
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No, I am not. [ her voice, rough as it is, softens somewhat as she continues speaking.
it's probably been gathering rust in the shed for a year now whoops] This is the path I have been forced to follow - employment.[ how does she manage to make "employment" sound like an ancient curse? a year of working in a carnival, that's how. ]