“Why do you want to talk to him?” “Because I want to talk to the fucker offering to take my baby sister home in his car, that’s why.” Letting out an impatient sigh, Johnny cleared his throat and held his hand out. I stared at his hand and blinked in confusion. “Give me your phone,” he instructed calmly. “My phone?” “Yes.” Johnny nodded. “Your phone.”
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