Eliot rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Right. Yes, okay, that probably woulda been true. But you ain't my slave. And anyway, it's 2017, and --" Dammit. There was no actual good way to handle this was there. "Here." He picked his phone up off the nightstand, unlocked the display, and held it out for Noah to take. "What d'ya make of that, then? I'm guessin' antebellum Georgia didn't have a whole lot of smart phones."
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Date: 2017-07-16 08:42 pm (UTC)