Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right
She was light, barely heavier than a bag of cement.
He carried her toward the exit, where the motorcycle waited.
Holding her shoes, she asked, "Why're you so fearless? I'm 18, and I'm still scared of everything."
"When you've lain with the dead, nothing scares you," Drake said flatly.
"You've done that?"
"No."
"Then how do you know?"
"I've rummaged through them for food."
She froze, and he continued, "Enjoy your good life while you can."
Debra wanted to shut up, but she couldn't resist it. "Why did you do that? There's no such thing in Seamar City."
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