You Need A Disaster, I'm Your Girl

I tried to hunker down in the passenger seat, so Miss Marcie wouldn’t see me, but judging from the dejected look on Drew’s face when he exited the little diner—without food—I’d been pegged. He opened the car door and fell into the seat, turning his head to look at me with narrowed eyes.

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