"Hey, get back here, you little slut." I can't look at him. I won't. Only when he grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him do I actually meet face to face with Tim.
He scans my expression, evaluating the furious look in my eye. "You are going to listen to me, goddamn it."
"I am not Caddie."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am not Caddie!" That's when my fist collides with the side of Tim's facade.
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What We Did in Gym Class
Mystery / ThrillerIt's not an attempt to murder, it's an attempt to make them understand. Mystery / Thriller #77 Short Story #168 [13. April. 2014] #wattys2016 wish me luck!
