Here 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 FitzpatrickYou find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
Becca FitzpatrickAre you keeping anything else from me?โ โIโm keeping a lot of things from you.โ โLike?โ โLike the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
Becca FitzpatrickYour name?โ I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. โCall me Patch. I mean it. Call me
Becca FitzpatrickI donโt see any police cars.โ โThey probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed illegal substances in the hands of a few guests.โ โSo?โ she snapped. โItโs a party.โ โAlcohol is illegal under the age of twenty-one.โ โGreat!โ Marcie shouted. โWhat am I going to do?โ She paused, then raised her voice again. โYou probably called them!โ โWho, me?โ Vee said. โAnd lose the free food? No way.
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