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We'd reached the parking lot. Alex stopped.
"You drive to school?" I demanded.
He gestured me ahead of him through the break in the chain fence. "We don't all live five blocks away," he shot back.
"It's eight, actually."
"Fine,eight. And sometimes I walk."
I pictured the stretch between Willing and Society Hill, where I knew he lived somewhere near Sadie. It was quite a distance, and not a particularly scenic one, especially at seven thirty in the morning. "Yeah? When was the last time?"
He didn't answer immediately, leading the way now between the parked cars. He passed a big Jeep that still had its dealer plates, a low-slung-two-door Lexus, and a sick black BMW that all looked like just the sort of cars he would own. "April of last year," he admitted finally. "But it pissed rain on me the whole time, so that's gotta count for something." He stopped by the dented passenger door of an old green Mustang. "Your carriage, my lady."
"Really? This is your car?"
The door made a very scary sound when he opened it. "It's clean," he snapped, and I realized he'd totally missed my point.
"It's amazing.
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