Reagan Forsythe
Reigning Sound - “Funny Thing” “I'm an old cop,” he said, putting out his cigarette. “It's in my blood, I can't help it. I just want to protect you.” The upholstery of the sofa looked like a big patterned joke and his teeth clicked as he swallowed. His daughter, Louisa, stood with her arms hanging limp at her sides, like knotty ropes hanging from her summer dress. “We're moving anyway, what does it matter about this boy?” She stared darkly at the floor, with her hair pulled back and her lips tight. That's exactly why he's important, because we're moving. She thought her father was very practiced at smoking, and that one day she would probably be as good at it. []
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