Zip and her friends didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that Edie wasn’t quite sitting with them. “Mark, want to start your story over so Edie can hear it?” Zip said.
“Sure,” said a boy with light brown hair and pale eyes—paler than the rest of the group, anyway—who was leaning back on his elbows in the grass. “So over the summers I work at my dad’s shoe store. Last summer on my last day of work it’s pretty quiet and this woman comes in. I’m sitting behind the counter reading a magazine because, come on, it’s boring. So I’m not paying attention to her.” A few of the listeners grinned.
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