I walk up the bleachers and stop just in front of Will. “Excuse me, sir, is this seat taken?” — Both guilty persons turn their eyes up to me and then to the man over my shoulder. “Of course! Have a seat there, young lady!” says Amelia in the worst impression of a male country accent I’ve ever heard. Will—the devil—bites his lips together to keep from laughing.
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