“Cujo’s lucky he’s dead,” he snarls. Then, shaking his head, “How the fuck did you manage that, anyway?” “Oh, it was so rad,” I try to grin without splitting my lip again. “I wish you could have seen it. I was like, dasvidanya bitch! And I blew him up.” “You didn’t really say that, did you?” Jasper says, looking supremely disappointed in me. “No,” I admit, disappointed in myself. “I wish I did.”
