[Ellie frowns at him, edging more and more towards what looks like mingled confusion and a wild desire to laugh -- until he says take him to the cleaners in that thick accent, and THAT's when it fucking clicks.
She lifts a finger, her eyes widen, and she lifts a hand, waving it a few times as if she could physically grasp the realization. Instead she grips the side of the ring with a clang, endangering her fingertips.]
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She lifts a finger, her eyes widen, and she lifts a hand, waving it a few times as if she could physically grasp the realization. Instead she grips the side of the ring with a clang, endangering her fingertips.]
You're from fuckin' Boston.