But there wasn't, so I couldn't slink off even if I'd been willing to do it. We rushed into the hallway. You've eaten most of the meat, Jason said. Nathaniel tensed against me, then in a small voice, he asked, Do I still get my dance? It was my turn to tense.
Not if you compare one of them to steaks and milkshakes. I leaned in to him and whispered, sort of, Why do I think you're Brandon, and are they supposed to be here? He whispered back I'd seen his own memory of it. Then what? I called for backup, and we kicked the door open.
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