Dirty Little Secrets
Felix was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously.
"How long is this going to take?" I demanded, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal.
"Chill, bro. I’m almost through," Felix mumbled, not looking up from the screen.
"Oh, I almost forgot," George said, turning from the window to look at me. "Clyde met up with someone earlier. Apparently, the guy is friends with Summer, and he gave Clyde a message to pass along to her."
I froze in my tracks. "What kind of message?"
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