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“Sorry, man,” I told him. “Actually didn’t mean to kill you. I mean, we would have eventually, but this was a little premature. My bad.”
“I doubt we’ll be attending any parties, Soph. This is gang warfare, not fucking Gossip Girl.”
He seemed like the type to lick a cactus just to see what would happen, and I was feeling damn prickly.
