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21 " The four of us piled inside. Hi pressed five. The doors slid shut.“Hope nobody else needs a lift,” Shelton whispered.“We can make something up,” Hi hissed. “Say we lost our pony.”I snorted. “And came to report it at one a.m.?”“Better than breaking in to steal evidence,” Hi countered. “Maybe we loved that pony. "
― Kathy Reichs , Exposure (Virals, #4)
22 " Hi shook his head. “The guy’s not a rocket scientist. Or a rock scientist. He’s dumb, is what I’m saying. "
23 " So I’m not using anything but two-ply from now on,” Hi was saying. “Otherwise, the stuff just shreds—”Noting Shelton’s expression, he abruptly cut off. Turned. Went beet red.“Hey.” Sitting down as if nothing was unusual. “You know Ella. Okay if she joins us?”“Okay if she joins us?” Shelton repeated. “I mean, yes. Join us. Okay.”“I was talking about art supplies,” Hi blurted. “I’m into papier-mâché. "
