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“Look, he had wings. That ain’t right,” Kramisha added, fragmenting my attention. “My mama told me don’t trust no white boy, even a pretty one. I’m thinkin’ a pretty white boy with wings explodin’ up from the ground in a mess of blood and ugly-ass bird things is double trouble.”
Stupid Rose says she’ll never let him go, but then she does. And why couldn’t she have scooted over and let Leo/Jack get on that floating board thing with her? There was plenty of room.
You can’t be wrong around everyone else and right around me. What you really are is how you act most of the time.

