She looked up, her face pink as a Christmas ham. โYou ever try chasing down a car?โ she gasped. โIโll one-up you. I gave Scott my hot dog and asked if heโd go to Summer Solstice with me.โ โWhat does the hot dog have to do with anything?โ โI said heโd be a wiener if he didnโt go with me.โ Vee wheezed laughter. โIโd have run harder had I known Iโd get to see you call him a wiener.
Becca FitzpatrickHere it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
Becca FitzpatrickAnd you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
Becca FitzpatrickThatโs an unfortunate place for a birthmark,โ I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. โYouโd prefer it someplace more private?โ โI wouldnโt prefer it anywhere.โ I wasnโt sure how this sounded and tried again. โI wouldnโt care if you didnโt have it at all.โ I tried a third time. โI donโt care about your birthmark, period.
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