Do you find this...distracting?

“No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother…”

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” h…”

“Finnik?” I say. “Maybe some pants?”
He looks down at his legs as if noticing th…”

“What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped…”