It’s Mace’s fault. If he didn’t distract me, I would have had time to check my wallet. I wouldn’t be stuck here with no idea what to do. How could I forget to check my wallet?
My feet rap against the concrete surface, cars zoom past me with not as much as a glance at the girl standing on the sidewalk.
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