“Listen up, Ramsey. One of these days, I’m going to get this cast off. I may look small, but I’m quiet, and I’m fast, and I know where you live. You call me Gimpy, Peg Leg, or the name of any pirate who ever lived and I will tie you up, bury you in the ditch by the old mill, and then help people search for you across town. Got it?” That should have been the end of it. Ya know, if I’d been talking to a sane individual with a healthy respect for his own life. But not this kid. Not freaking Ramsey Stewart. He aimed his smile at his shoes and rocked onto his toes. “Jeez, Thea. Are you flirting
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