I looked up from my book. Leon was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
It was Thursday night, and although my sickness-or aftereffect-was gone, I still refused to join the land of the living...I was better off indoors.
"You're interrupting my reading." I regarded Leon suspiciously. He hadn't spent any time yelling at me since Friday, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to start again.
"Get up," he said. "We're going out."
"I'm not going out," I protested, faking a cough. "I'm sick."
"You're better."...
"It's going to rain. Or snow. Or both. You never know with Minnesota. We could wander right into a blizzard." ...
"Fine, but I'm still not going anywhere. It's the middle of the night."
"It's eight."
"I'm in my pajamas"/>

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" Don't you think this has gone on long enough?"
I looked up from my book. Leon was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
It was Thursday night, and although my sickness-or aftereffect-was gone, I still refused to join the land of the living...I was better off indoors.
"You're interrupting my reading." I regarded Leon suspiciously. He hadn't spent any time yelling at me since Friday, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to start again.
"Get up," he said. "We're going out."
"I'm not going out," I protested, faking a cough. "I'm sick."
"You're better."...
"It's going to rain. Or snow. Or both. You never know with Minnesota. We could wander right into a blizzard." ...
"Fine, but I'm still not going anywhere. It's the middle of the night."
"It's eight."
"I'm in my pajamas "

Bethany Frenette , Dark Star (Dark Star, #1)


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Bethany Frenette quote : Don't you think this has gone on long enough?I looked up from my book. Leon was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
It was Thursday night, and although my sickness-or aftereffect-was gone, I still refused to join the land of the living...I was better off indoors.
"You're interrupting my reading." I regarded Leon suspiciously. He hadn't spent any time yelling at me since Friday, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to start again.
"Get up," he said. "We're going out."
"I'm not going out," I protested, faking a cough. "I'm sick."
"You're better."...
"It's going to rain. Or snow. Or both. You never know with Minnesota. We could wander right into a blizzard." ...
"Fine, but I'm still not going anywhere. It's the middle of the night."
"It's eight."
"I'm in my pajamas" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>