She waited smilingly until Liesel had lowered her clipboard, then said, “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to be rude,” in a syrupy way that suggested she’d been studying to be rude for weeks. “But, like—we’re not actually doing this?” “Excuse me?” Liesel said, with a razor-sharp edge that translated into a prickling sensation along the bottom of my skull.
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