“What is your name?” “Rain,” she replied without hesitation. I looked across the car at her, dubious, while holding a handful of blood-soaked napkins to my face. “Rain? Your name is Rain?” “Yes.” I snorted, turning my eyes back on the road. “Wow. Okay. What, are your parents hippies or something?” “Uh, I don’t think you should be the one making fun of my name,” she fired back with more confidence than before. “Like, hello? Your parents named you Soldier.” One side of my mouth quirked into a smile. I saw no reason to tell her I only had one parent, and I winced at the pain in my cheek.
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