"Mmm." The words are all too familiar. Could have come out of her own mouth, really. She glances at the stack of folded clothes, neat and precise.
"I know exactly one person who isn't afraid of anything. And he's a psychotic clown. Literally." She crosses her arms. "It's all about how you use it."
No jury would find her guilty.
"I know exactly one person who isn't afraid of anything. And he's a psychotic clown. Literally." She crosses her arms. "It's all about how you use it."