“Just tell her,” I whispered. “Tell her what?” “That you think she’s hot. What could you lose? We’re leaving tomorrow. Why not go for it?” “I’m not here for Memphis,” he said and laughed. “Since you brought it up, why are you here?” I asked. He stopped right where he was to look back at me. It was the most unpleasant I’d ever seen his face look. Not that he looked angry, just like he’d pulled down some weird emotionless mask. The same kind that Jersey wore. I shook my head. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to —.” “Good night, Trista,” he interrupted. He turned around and disappeared around the corner,
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Why did Utah come help?
