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EMILY’S SITTING IN Cyrus’s recliner, and her eyes are puffy She wipes at a tear, but damn if her chin isn’t lifted in that pissed-off way of hers Not sure what happened, but it could be on the sa on with me and Breanna

Oz is a wall in front of the screen door with his arry way she’s glaring at hiht keeps getting better "Why?"

"Because she needed to know," Emily spits out "The same way I deserved to know"

Ehter, but she was raised far away frohtmare earlier this summer

There’s a reason e keep our business to ourselves and Eirl It isn’t lost on me how much Breanna will have to accept if she sticks with her for her to understand why I keep secrets

"Do you res she shouldn’t?" Oz says

"Are you talking about the things that would have been easier to tell ? Yes, I do re to be in jeopardy, it should be up to her whether she wants to be in the line of fire"

Oz morphs into twelve shades of red and I’ht Oz knows it, but Emily promised Oz and Eli that if she visited, she’d play by their rules, not her own Oz and Eether and odds are they’ll be in the horizontal position within the next fifteen minutes

I head toand fly back into the house E on the couch, but they are in the kitchen and they aren’t screa her, and by the way her shoulders shake, she’s crying The two of them shared a seriously fucked-up su fireflies

Breanna’s watching the party unfold from theseat I close the door behind aze away from theIt’s like the world that seemed hurried before spiraled into slow motion

"There’s a lot of drunk people out there" Her voice is lifeless

There are "Lot of drunk people at Shairls you had sex with out there?"

Why doesn’t she just put a nail gun to my head and continually shoot one sharp piece of metal into my skull after another? That’d be less painful "Probably They love parties"

She doesn’t respond and my boots sound too heavy on the floor as I walk toward her

"When I’hteen, will you take me to these parties?" she asks