[Wrench grins in spite of himself. He's met several with varying capacities to sign, but she's the first fellow Deaf person he's known in a long time. Much longer than this place. It's at once relieving and lonesome, and he curses Deerington for the way this town can give and deprive in near-equal measure.]
None that I've met, [he admits. Wrench looks at his plate and then at the spread, and spears up some heart as well with greedy, hungry eyes. And then some liver. It just looks too appetizing on her plate to go without.]
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None that I've met, [he admits. Wrench looks at his plate and then at the spread, and spears up some heart as well with greedy, hungry eyes. And then some liver. It just looks too appetizing on her plate to go without.]
Are you magic, too?