CARMEN [open, visitor]

[frankie m.]

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if it hadn't been for cat coming up, she would have completely gone off on her. ❝ yeah, that's what she's tellin' me. do you believe her? ❞ she asks them with a single eyebrow raised up. frankie turned to look at them, tapping her toe impatiently against the dirt. ❝ i mean, ❞ she turns back to look selena up and down for a brief moment before continuing, ❝ i just got here, i don't know shit about this place's history, so i don't know if what you're sayin' is true. ❞