Coworker brought in donuts this morning. I’m always winning that donut game.
Photographed by elise luskin.
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To say that he was angry was not good enough at the moment. He was wet and his clothes ruined. Slowly he stood up and turned around. “Do you know what you have just done?” His tone was not like his usual one now it was cold.
She clasped her hands and nodded. “Yes… I gave you a bath but that didn’t seem to make a difference you hair…it’s still freakishly blond,” she replied stepping back, slightly afraid.
Shrugs. “It’s alright I’m not going to lie, there’s some times that I feel like killing somebody,” she admitted with a nod. “So what about you goody-two-shoes? Got any story to why you decide to be a crime fighter?” she asked.
Let’s just say a clown made things personal. How about you?
"A clown made things personal…." she repeated his vague reply. "Well me…I’m just trying to have a good time," she said a smile.