I stared at my book without understanding a word; for a second, I couldn’t even remember which book it was. The sound of Chris exhaling sharply, again and again, seemed as loud as thunder in my ears.
My eyes shifted to watch him. He mouthed numbers silently with each push-up.
“Ten, fourteen, twenty-seven, three, seventy-nine…”
“Beecher,” Chris
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That is all.
Susan
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He really can be a bitch sometimes, can't he? Well, I think he was about to get taught a lesson, if you know what I mean...
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