Okay, I admit it. That was rude. The demon in the backseat thought so, too. She took a swing at me. I laughed when I dodged her fist by accidently-on-purpose dropping my cherry lip balm to the floorboard. “I’ll take that as a can-do,” Uncle Bob said. “Oh, right. My office, nine o’clock. Got it. I’m just going to run by my apartment and grab a bite, then I’ll be there.” “Thanks, kiddo. And, are you okay?” “Me? Always,” I said, just as the golden-haired demon dive-bombed for my eyes. She fell out of the car somewhere between Carlisle and San Mateo. “But I have to say, Uncle Bob, I’ve recently
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