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Show Inside Out, 216 My stomach dropped. Denver Bingham stood on the porch with two other guys I had never seen before. His companions looked really tough and were obviously at least five and probably ten years older than us. Denver chuckled at Terra and me. "Hey! Fancy meeting you two here!" he said, his voice dripping with charm that, strangely, no longer felt like a warm wave to me but instead churned my stomach. Something was really wrong here. Terra stood frozen in the doorway. "You gonna let me in?" asked Denver. |
