I let go, peering through the bookcase and seeing Emory lean against the back wall, her head down with her hair and glasses covering her face. “You weren’t in class,” I said. Her chest shook, and I thought I saw her lip tremble. But then she cleared her throat. “Wasn’t I?” she snipped. “Wow, you’re outstanding. Maybe for your next trick you can make fire and draw stories in the dirt about those funny holes in the sky that let the light in.” Huh? Holes in the sky? Oh, stars. Was she calling me a caveman? Little shit. I mean, I did do her literature assignment for her. Did she have any idea how
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