“Yeah, there was no serious harm done. It's not like they had to shut down for the night…oh wait, they did,” Chuck snorted with an air or arrogance. The day that was coming to life was far worse than being told. The quart yard looked like Godzilla had trampled through. Tables were upturned, cloth ripped, chair legs broken through no volition of their own, of course. Alice wrinkled her nose at Chuck dropping back down to her feet, handing a white Chinese food takeout box to Bishop. His face registered shock. When he bowed that dark head down to whisper if she was certain, warmth and a tang of spiciness invaded Ally's nostrils. Without any prodding or encouragement, grey matter began embedding the tones and notes within the scent to memory.
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