Beckendorf walked up with his helmet under his arm. 'She likes you, man.' 'Sure,' I muttered. 'She likes me for target practice.' 'Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she's into you. 'Makes a lot of sense.
Rick RiordanAnnabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. "You HAD to break," she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.
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