When Heath woke up, his head was aching.
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“What do you want, Ryan? You want me to pay you back for the bail?”
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She lie on her bed for a moment, wishing that she could forget everything that happened last night.
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Everything was fuzzy, though, like the scene was taking place underwater.
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“But come on, Jen, she’s not a saint.”
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"Give me one good reason not to turn around and leave you there with them!"
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She was choked up, and Jennifer could tell this was not part of her act.
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Her Jer side knew it; it reminded her of a place to which she’d never been, a place that often called to her from random things in her life: the way her sister’s hair moved as though it were floating, her father’s slightly translucent skin, the sudden surge of happiness that she somehow knew was her mother’s, even though she was halfway across the globe, running track in a competition where no one knew what she truly was.
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Jennifer watched the man in the ski mask run down the alley.
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