‘No I’m not.’
‘You are. You’re twisting your hair. You always do that when you’re nervous.’
‘Oh.’
‘So what is it?’
‘Sam?’
‘Yeah?’ He ran a large hand through his hair and I followed it, wishing I could trace its path.
‘Who are Stephanie and Sportacus?’
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