"I believe you have," she says, already picking her way into the brush. "Which is your business. Unless you bring it into my school; then it becomes my business."
Almond-shaped eyes turn on Trudy. "I don't think either of us wants that, so let's not beat a dead horse. Standard infantry rifle, fine. You take your precautions, I take mine."
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Date: 2011-03-12 04:51 am (UTC)Almond-shaped eyes turn on Trudy. "I don't think either of us wants that, so let's not beat a dead horse. Standard infantry rifle, fine. You take your precautions, I take mine."