His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
Holly BlackOn the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. โHow could you be so stupid? I shrug, stung in spite of myself. โI thought I grew out of it.โ Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. โI hope you mean sleepwalking,โ Philip says, โsince you obviously didnโt grow out of stupid.
Holly BlackIt's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds. "Don't," I warn him. He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedlessly, shovels it into his mouth. It crunches horribly. Then his eyes go wide. "Dry," he croaks. "Tongue...shriveling." I shake my head, picking up the jar. "It's dehydrated. You're supposed to add water. Good thing you're mostly made of water." He tries to say something. Brown powder dusts his shirt. "Also," I tell him, "that's decaf.
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