“I’m thinking about selling a kidney,” Nick said as he perused the touch-screen menu at Sheetz. The convenience store was crowded with late-night munchie customers. No one gave their elegant evening attire a second glance, because after midnight, everyone was equally weird at Sheetz. “Which kidney? Ooh, get an order of fries too,” Riley said, peering over his shoulder. “Whichever one doesn’t require us to see that walking cheese doodle again.” “You have to admit, someone is definitely after him,” she pointed out. He grunted and snatched the receipt from the printer’s teeth. “You’re not
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