12-20-2010, 03:25 AM
Evelette continues onward, totally unaware of the Otis's probably insane act. She shoves her hands into her over coat's pockets, as the evening chill was starting to get to her. Her attention turns to just walking 'home'. Well, what was left of that shabby building anyway.
"Maybe Ther will have some dinner ready. It better not be beans or bean soup again. Swear I'll hurl at just the smell of them."
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