Scene: The fancy party we snuck into, in the richer suburb next to ours. Where we crawled in through the open basement window, one of those old-fashioned ones with a crank and latch, and drank half a bottle of expensive scotch before they found us. Where we sat, in shame, on somebody’s spotless white leather sofa, and watched the police car park in the driveway to take us back to Hollis and Wendy. Where Hollis said I shouldn’t be running so free, and Wendy said it was your fault, and they both said they’d have to send you away, and I put my foot down in the middle of the new blue shag and said
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