“See?” he griped, throwing his hands up. “There you go again.” He stopped at his car, his hands on his hips. “I know you are incredibly bright, because when you are not being a smartarse your comments in class are very insightful, and when you are being a smartarse you are witty and clever and you make me laugh even when I want to slap you. I know you are either an adrenaline junky or you have more courage than anyone I’ve ever met, and you know how to unload a weapon. I know you were raised by a man with the name Echohawk. I know you don’t know when your real birthday is. I know you have no
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