"A boy like that, he'd kill your bro--" Emmett was singing along with the film, but directed at Audrey's bowl (he'd run out of Hepburn, comma, A, and had moved onto Wood, comma N), when his cell rang. His goldfish blurbled at him like she wondered why he was staring at the number on the screen; that'd be because it was his own. The one that went
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