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“Transport me? Jesus Christ! I’m not a crate of apples!” “No, they would be more cooperative.”
“Would you prefer we sent you to the labor camp, Miss Blackwaters?” “If I could take my pig, then, yes!”
I spin to face him. “I thought I wouldn’t last five minutes on the run.” “With powers like this you might last ten.”
“Is it because you’re socially awkward and incapable of forming relationships?” Her eyes snap up to mine and she frowns. “You can talk! You’re 40 and living on your own in a school with no wife and no family?” “I’m thirty-fucking-two and I could be gay.”
“I’ve never had a crush before. I mean, there was never anyone around to have a crush on. But trust me to pick the two most inappropriate men to crush on.” “Wait? Two?” Winnie asks. “Crap,” I mutter. “I meant one.” “You said two.” “No, one.”
I stare up at the ceiling. “I’m screwed.” Winnie giggles in my ear. “What?” I ask, elbowing her in the ribs. “That’s your problem. You’re not!”

