[Farrah can feel him stiffen beside her, and for a moment, she’s panicking too. She wracks her brain, trying to think of what she said wrong—- trying to think of what the fuck she knows about Mozart—- and then he speaks.
Okay, weird. Maybe she’s just being paranoid. She passes the photo back to him, but stays put, tucked safely against his side.]
Wow. That’s wild. And boring. What did I do to piss The Wizard off so bad?
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Okay, weird. Maybe she’s just being paranoid. She passes the photo back to him, but stays put, tucked safely against his side.]
Wow. That’s wild. And boring. What did I do to piss The Wizard off so bad?