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“You check out the one in the leggings?” she heard one of them ask the other from below. “She’s hot as fuck.” Cami felt vomit in the back of her throat. He was referring to Elle. Fourteen-year-old Elle. 29 “Sure, if you like jailbait,” the other replied casually. “Hell yeah, I do. Haven’t been with a virgin in a while. There’s nothin’ like ridin’ a virgin. You ever popped a cherry, Trig?” The vomit rose higher, and Cami swallowed it down.
“And that’s why, Virginia, I’m asking for your vote, come November!” The crowd went wild, waving signs and dancing to the music that began blasting from the sound system. Hollis grinned, raising his hand and waving to the crowd, then doing a little shoulder shimmy that made the crowd cheer louder.
She supposed she forgave Hollis—after all, that forgiveness set her free as well—but he definitely wasn’t getting her vote. In fact, she might go online and donate to his opponent. Even if it was only a hundred bucks that would only matter to her and her sense of petty justice.
“Blame and hatred make people do really dark things.”
Bitterness destroys.

