pocket my phone and then wave my hand at Sierra. “Now what are you going to do about her?” “What?” Justine shouts. “You’re kidding. Ugh,” she grunts. What is happening right now? “Beck, but you promised,” she shouts again. And then says, “Chris! Beck can’t stay for dinner. He came by to say he has to work extra hours at the zoo tonight.” “What?” Chris asks, standing from his seat and excusing himself. When he reaches the entryway, he looks me square in the eyes and says, “Run, man. Run the fuck out of here. The girl has been collecting clipped toenails since she was twelve. Get the fuck out of
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