Slamming the door, I heard his open on the other side, and he’d rounded the car and stopped me in my tracks before I even made it to the tailgate. “Why are you afraid of me?” he barked, backing me up. “Why did you tell me that story?” I retorted. “Why do you think?” “To prove again what I already know?” I yelled. “That Thunder Bay boys always get away with it.” I stopped, and so did he. “You think Edward McClanahan got away with anything?” he fired back. I didn’t give a shit about Edward McClanahan! I just… I just wanted… I just wanted to go home! “I told you, because I like this place,” he
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