I'm not particularly fond of nuts. Walnuts, pecans, cashews, etc - just never had any taste for them whatsoever. It's a crazed world where one can smell the burnt taste of nuts upon the air. God, I hate Christmas carols.
Lemmings and cyanide, right? Talk about a misuse of resources. The poison could go to a much better use than that.
"Terrible, isn't it?" she said, a gloved finger circling around the edge of her wine glass, and a sardonic smile on her lips. "Such an unfortunate fate for one of such prestige. I dare say we'll be looking "
I raised an eyebrow, looking back at her with a suspicious gaze. "What's terrible about it, the death or the fact that it was somebody important that died?"
She raised an eyebrow, and her smile turned to disdain. "You have to ask?"
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