"We're musicians, not..." Luce makes a vague handgesture, unsure of how to put things into words for a moment. "Guinea pigs. Do you think they could be photoshopped, somehow?"
It's her only other logical guess. That, somehow, this is just some sort of horrible prank. Yet with everything that has happened tonight...
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It's her only other logical guess. That, somehow, this is just some sort of horrible prank. Yet with everything that has happened tonight...