For the briefest of seconds, he feels nervous as all hell, and it's not a good sense of butterflies, either. It's that kind of nervous he gets when he hears a hammer get cocked back, or heavy boots on a wooden walkway, or when the fire crackles just like a torch.
Then he pushes it aside.
He clears his throat, lightly, and innocently, to get his voice back.
"Probably settle up near San Francisco," he continues. "With the immigrant population and all comin' over from the East, they've a need for English teachers."
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Way to shoot yourself in the foot, you idiot.
For the briefest of seconds, he feels nervous as all hell, and it's not a good sense of butterflies, either. It's that kind of nervous he gets when he hears a hammer get cocked back, or heavy boots on a wooden walkway, or when the fire crackles just like a torch.
Then he pushes it aside.
He clears his throat, lightly, and innocently, to get his voice back.
"Probably settle up near San Francisco," he continues. "With the immigrant population and all comin' over from the East, they've a need for English teachers."