Chapter Thirteen
The Concert “It’s not like them,” I said, perturbed by their tardiness. I sank into my jacket like a tortoise into its shell. “It’s so freaking cold my face feels like one huge boil.”
“Huh?” Mark replied, embracing himself and flapping his hands against his shoulders and stamping his feet to keep warm. I shook my head and turned away. “Ah…forget it.” “You should have dressed warmer,” he retorted, restlessly surveying the mass...
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