“What are we lost in today?” he asked. I didn’t look at him. His mocking voice slid off me. “Nothing.” I stared at the table.
“What are we lost in today?” he asked. I didn’t look at him. His mocking voice slid off me. “Nothing.” I stared at the table.
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