Your past wouldnโt frighten me,โ I said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. โIโm guessing Iโd be more appalled than anything.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre impinging on my private space,โ I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isnโt the SAT, Nora.
Becca FitzpatrickShh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.
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