"But you don't understand," Sawyer says emphatically, raising a finger in protest. "I ain't just sayin' that your face kinda looks like hers, I'm saying, someone I knew. Really knew. Religiously, you could even say, and sometimes it just doesn't become any easier to see your face hanging around, 'cause I always think it's like she's done come back to life or something."
When the bartender passes, Sawyer raises his hand to flag her down.
"Whiskey," he requests with a flutter of his fingers. "It's just kinda weird, don't you think? People we know well, all packaged up and given someone else's story."
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Date: 2013-10-04 01:02 am (UTC)When the bartender passes, Sawyer raises his hand to flag her down.
"Whiskey," he requests with a flutter of his fingers. "It's just kinda weird, don't you think? People we know well, all packaged up and given someone else's story."