She leans back against the office wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you. So, what now? Are you gonna call the cops on the girl who lives three houses down from you? She raises an eyebrow, trying to look fearless — but her foot’s tapping just a little too fast. I know your daughter, Mia. She is in my chem class, by the way. She told me everything about you.
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