Team-fortress-2

Arleen

      It was the laugh that caught him, the hook that was thrown from across the room, glittering as it flew to land into his open mouth. The scout would remember turning, would remember seeing her behind the bar handing the beer to the demolition man, and wondering, ‘Who is that?’

      Capital ‘who’, italicized ‘is’, like in the romances his Ma would read.

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