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“These people could be murderers. Especially Greg77. He obviously has no imagination.”
Lightning Girl, your ordinary, everyday savant cleaning lady.
“I’m a shrimp worker. I’m forced to shell shrimp for 18 hours a day for pennies in awful conditions. Here.” She gives Levi and me a postcard that lists all the brands with abusive labor practices. “I’m handing these out as we go door to door,” she explains. “But I still want candy. I’m just taking advantage of the holiday to help the oppressed.”
I shove my chair back and get up. In 3 steps, I’m standing in front of Maddie. She shrinks into her chair. I’ve never scared anyone in my life. Not until now.
“You don’t matter to me,” I say again. Then I point to Levi. “He matters.” Then Windy. “She matters. Or she used to. Until…”
“You are nothing to me. You’re just nothing. A big fat 0.” I swallow hard and take a breath. “So stop trying so hard to ruin my life.”
