Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.
James PattersonJeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.โ-max
James PattersonWhat are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?โ Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. โI donโt have a mustache, you idiot!โ Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. โAnd you know what?โ I added. โYou donโt have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.โ I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
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