Hearing a gasp in a quiet library is never a good thing.
"Uh-oh, Ana, look what you did!" His whisper was harsh and condescending as it wafted over her. The book cover in his hands was torn, ripped down the seam in a jagged paper suicide.
"What?" Her whisper was just as sharp as his as she spit back the accusation. "I never even
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