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Show Inside Out, 195 "OK," she said, and left. Denver gestured towards the door that Terra had just left. "Are you and she friends now?" "The way he had said she sounded like he didn't like Terra much. "Yeah, a little. Why?" I asked. "Are you hangin' with those stoner-types now?" he asked. I laughed. "Oh, you mean the 'let's-dress-in-black-so-people-will-know-how-deep- and-moody-we-are crowd?" He laughed, obviously delighted. "Yeah. The 'let's-pierce-our-lips-to-show-we're-tough- and-oh-so-original' crew." "Hah!" I said. "No, those dark and mopey types aren't for me. Save me from the drama!" He reached down and touched my hand on my folder. "I didn't think they were your type." I held very still. "So Terra won the contest," he said. "Yeah." "And not you." "Yeah." "That stinks," he said. "Well, her stuff was probably better than mine." "Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "What?" |