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- My belly tightens. "He's all partied-out."
- I’m OK, I say.
- I can’t tell you that, he says. Because it would be a lie.
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Let me spin again, I blurt out. Fitz isn’t even playing.
- How do you know that? she said as we hit the pavement.
- She blinked several times. Fine. I’ll do that.
- After a block and a half he said, I got something for you.
- That’s when I feel it.
- Where are we? This looks like the setting for a mass murder.