He holds the elevator door open with one enormous hand and leans out to look at the weather. Then he swings those dark blue eyes to mine, his brow beginning to crease. The familiar bubble forms in my head. I wish he was my friend. I burst it with a pin. “I’ll give you a ride,” he forces out. “Ugh, no way,” I say over my shoulder and run.
-Sally Thorne
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