“Do you know him?” Sabrina asks. “She sure looks like she does,” Darcy says. “Is he another one of your sex friends?” “Maybe he’s her stalker,” Sabrina offers. “Mal, you have a stalker?” Sabrina snorts. “You didn’t let me watch You because I’m fourteen, and now I find out that you have your own stalker?” “Should we run him over? Does blood stain wood?”
