I was so used to Uncle Rick making characters appear nice and sweet and have them be shitty monsters in disguise, that it genuinely gave me emotional whiplash when reading about sweet lady Esther in MOA.
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The guy was obviously a coach. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so you could just see his beady eyes. He had a wispy goatee and a sour face, like he’d eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. He would’ve looked pretty scary if he hadn’t been five feet zero.
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