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"No!" Too much. I coughed. "No. I came to pick him up."
She twisted around, looking into the back section. "Okay, but listen." Her hand came to my arm.
I looked down at it.
Why was Heather touching me? Like she was comforting me? This wasn't our normal interaction. She'd get uncomfortable, then I'd get more uncomfortable, and you never knew who would cut out first.
It was me this time.
I stepped away from her hand and pointed behind her. "I gotta go."
"Okay, but--"
I brushed past her.
