So why don't you go home for vacations?' I asked her. I'm just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.
John GreenThank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.
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