[He's pretty much got it right, in Heather's book. She's not really a big fan of the idea of Hell in general.]
[She nods, inhaling a deep breath of the cool mountain air. In other towns it'd be muggy as hell at this time of year but in Mahogany, it's relatively pleasant. And everything smells like pines.]
I know someone who thought this was Heaven when she came here.
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[She nods, inhaling a deep breath of the cool mountain air. In other towns it'd be muggy as hell at this time of year but in Mahogany, it's relatively pleasant. And everything smells like pines.]
I know someone who thought this was Heaven when she came here.