Page 157 - Anonymous
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“Who cares? He just cut our
standing time in half. My feet are killing
me.”
"That's cos you wore heels…" I
trail off, frowning. I busy myself
counting the inventory we have left, but I
feel his gaze on me, and it unnerves me.
It's odd for a man to be wandering
around a bake sale by himself. Maybe
he's a single dad and is waiting for his
kid. That cannot be it. I know most of the
