Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Harper?”“Aw, God, what’d I hit?” I asked, groaning while shifting to sit up. The place spun a little. The cold tiles bit into the seams of my jeans.“The shopping cart,” Cash replied, humor edging his voice. “Shit… Feels like a truck, only it hit me.”“Anything hurt?” Cash bent down into my line of vision.“My hands.” I turned them over to find them grazed, “and ass. I fell on it.”“Can you bash yourself up any more?
-Shaye Evans
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