Tucking myself in the passenger seat, I shut the door and hung my head low and fingered the friendship bracelet Dylan had given me. At least I still had it. My finger caught in the elastic string, and as if on cue, it snapped and broke, the beads raining down my seat and onto the floor. I hastily tried scooping them, but I couldn’t feel my fingers. “That went well.” He flicked the bottom of the Gitanes with his finger. Another cigarette popped from the pack, and he clasped his teeth around it, lighting it like a movie star. “I’m such an idiot.” I flicked mud from my knees, banging the back of
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