[Now that he knows the right way, Stanley casts one last awkward, unhappy glance at Lisbeth's place and hurries away again. Man, he hates the stupid snow. And walking. And people dying. People really need to stop dying around here.
It takes less time to get from Lisbeth's to Jesse's than from the barn to Lisbeth's, so it's not too long before he's knocking on the door this time. The right door, even.]
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It takes less time to get from Lisbeth's to Jesse's than from the barn to Lisbeth's, so it's not too long before he's knocking on the door this time. The right door, even.]