She tucked some curls behind her ear. “Of course. I’m an everyone sympathizer. Haven’t you read the papers?”
“Not even when I wipe my ass with them,” Mooney scoffed, rolling her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I mean specifically Aberrant. Do you sympathize or not?”
Evan sighed and reached across the table, asking for her friend’s hand. Mooney reached across too, taking Evan’s hand. “Not for all of them,” Evan said.
Mooney snatched her hand away. “What?”
“Sometimes a criminal deserves—”
“That’s your father speaking, not you,” Mooney snapped. “Fuck, think for yourself every once in a while!” ... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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