[She watches all this with unflinching attention, following the movement of the first upper line of the Y before she realizes what he's doing and starts rolling her eyes again.]
What are you, in third grade? [she yells over the last shot, and then, when he can hear again:] Seriously. You ruined my target.
[No, he made it better. She hates that so much she cannot even describe.]
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What are you, in third grade? [she yells over the last shot, and then, when he can hear again:] Seriously. You ruined my target.
[No, he made it better. She hates that so much she cannot even describe.]