The easiest thing would have been to work him by hand, but I was like so not doing that. I was going as fast as I could, faster than was safe. You taught me that. You don't sound happy about that.
I'm aware of that, Officer, I said, voice bland. Peter was watching me with cool brown eyes, as if it was all too boring for words, but underneath the perfect teenage boredom was a light, an interest. He stroked the curve of my face. Silver balls were braided in the cords so that they sparkled in the torchlight.
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