[Rolling his eyes, Quentin follows. Side by side, like they agreed and the town edges closer with each step. Dark houses and the empty street, the pavement almost vanished under the heavy snowfall.]
You kind of look like one, though. [Quentin says, like ten minutes hasn’t passed since their conversation] A Mormon.
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[Rolling his eyes, Quentin follows. Side by side, like they agreed and the town edges closer with each step. Dark houses and the empty street, the pavement almost vanished under the heavy snowfall.]
You kind of look like one, though. [Quentin says, like ten minutes hasn’t passed since their conversation] A Mormon.