*grinning*

[foxyfurs]

I adore finding the teeny, tiny little verbal cues that Southerners leave in their work. A slight word-change that makes the sentence flow a little ... slower. That little taste of home that makes me miss my momma and her giblet gravy. In this case, it was reading the sentence "...It isn't so much him walking down [the stairs] as it is him being drug down them..."

Oh, bless. Now I'm all happy and homesick.