“You just called me a rotten egg!”
“But I didn’t mean, uh, I mean, that’s just what kids say, Elise. You know, when you’re racing someone, that’s all. It’s nothing personal.” Her voice rises with indignation. “Besides, what do you mean I’m pushing you around? I’m trying to save you, remember?”
“Save me?” Elise’s shoulders quiver. She takes a shaky breath, hands on her hips. “We were nearly caught because you had to have a hat. Then we almost started a fire because you had to play music. Now you’re eating candy!” she accuses, her voice growing shrill. She glares across the room at Maxzyne.
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